My dearest friends, I promise you this:
I promise to know when an occasion calls for ice cream or wine and to have the wisdom to know when it needs both.
I promise to be honest. Never brutal. Never painful. But to tell it like I'd like to be told.
I promise to be me. Broken, open, raw, vulnerable me.
I promise to accept you. Broken, open, raw, vulnerable you.
I promise to not vacuum before you come over. Unless it is almost a health code violation and it is in absolute dire need of it. Only then.
I promise to always be kind to the person that you are in love with. Even, and especially when, I don't think he/she deserves you.
I promise to be in your corner for your battles.
I promise to let you know when I am struggling through a battle of my own.
I promise to celebrate your victories.
I promise to never order a salad when we go out to eat. Unless it is followed by nachos.
I promise to love your children.
I promise to support your choices, mighty and small, even if they don’t mirror mine.
I promise to laugh with you at all the appropriate times. And especially at the inappropriate ones.
I promise that when life is slippery and fragile and hurts too much to keep going forward that you are not alone.
I will be there. I will listen.
I will hold your hand.
I will dance with you.
I will cry with you.
I will toast with you.
And to you.
I will attempt to be all that you are to me.
I love you sister.