Monday, May 24, 2010

Angie

Today is Angela Lewis Hinkelman's birthday.  And, for me, that's something wonderful to celebrate.

I get to call her Angie.  That's because I fell asleep once in a van on the way back to Abilene from a Rangers' game and slobbered on her leg.  We decided that very night that we either had to cease being friends or plan on being friends for life.  I think we made a good decision.

For you Grey's Anatomy people out there, Angela is my person.  She's who I need to tell first when good things or bad things happen in order to make them real.  I literally have laughed and cried harder with her than with any other person - and for those of you who've heard me laugh till I wheeze or seen my ugly cry face, you know that's something.  I call her my "appendage friend" because, truly, she is more than just my friend or my sister, she is part of me.  She knows everything.  She gets me.  She lets me be me without making me feel stupid like nobody else in my entire life has ever fully done.  Sometimes, she knows me better than I know myself -- at least, she figures out the conclusions I'm going to draw and decisions I'm going to make before I do, anyway.  It's kind of annoying, frankly.  ;-)

There are lots of reasons you should wish Angela was your best friend, too.  She's fiercely loyal.  Ridiculously and embarrassingly so some of the time.  I know that sometimes she's defensive of me even when I don't deserve it, but I've decided that everyone needs someone in their corner, even when they're wrong. Angela is also incredibly accepting.  For someone who struggles to accept herself and not to judge others, finding this trait in a best friend has been priceless.  Angela's unwavering acceptance of me, the very best right along with the very worst, is a gift that truly amazes me all the more as time goes on.  Angela is also smart, driven, successful, intelligent, likes football, and she's very funny.  (Liking football and being funny are really my only requirements in a best friend, all the rest is just bonus.)  And, she's a little pushy.  She pushes.  She pushes me when I'm ready to be done.  She pushes me to do the right things and the best things and the things I'd never try if nobody was there to push me.  She also used to push me to skip class and lay out by the pool, but that's a different tale. :-D

Angie, I think I could write for days and never come up with enough ways to tell you just how thankful I am for all that you are to me.  In the most uncliche, cheeseless way I can possibly say it, you've been helped me see Jesus in more ways than you may ever know.  Thank you.




PS -- Did I mention she also likes football?

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