This is Amanda. We call her Mandy. Those are my adorable children.
I need to introduce her as well, because she is more than my best friend, more than my maid-of-honor, more than “like a sister to me.” She is my soul mate. My husband is not my soul mate. This woman is right here.
We have been friends for over a decade. She has lived with our family on and off since before I even moved out of my parent’s house. Praise the Lord she lives with us now. She is my voice of reason, she challenges me. We have grown up together, and not just like literally aged, but we have grown as human beings together. We have gone through all sorts of existential crises together. Laughed, cried, all that good stuff. I honestly don’t know how I could have made it through life thus far without her. She adores my babies and she puts up with my husband’s contrarianism (it really bugs her, though). I am so proud of the woman she has become, and she has always looked up to and respected me, even when she also calls me out on some stuff that hurts. I do the same. I have a tattoo, (yeah, just one…I think I’m the only person on the planet with just one tattoo), and it is the word “truth” in the shape of a heart. It stands for, “speaking the truth in love,” and I truly feel that statement embodies our relationship. I hope that everyone has a friend like this.
I also get to live vicariously through her singleness right meow. She’s totally on Tinder and the other night we went through profiles and swiped and I helped her find a few matches. You don’t just do that with anyone.
And when my mom made me this amazing scrapbook thing of my life, the only non-biological family member to make an appearance was Mandy.
She’s going to show up a lot in my life chats, so I thought you should get an idea of who she is as well. I’ll have her write her own “About Me” and add it to this post. It’ll be pretty hilarious.