Best Friends Forever...right??

Ive seen this picture go around Facebook quite a few times, and in a few different ways. It’s one that says something to the effect of “we’ll be best friends forever…mostly because you know too much” or something like that. I’m pretty sure I shared it and tagged my best friend, and I’m also sure she liked it. It did get me thinking though. Her and I have been best friends since we were in junior high together. She graduated a year ahead of me, but we have still maintained our best friend status through all these years. I find it amazing and not a little crazy. I’m not sure what any statistics are, but I cant imagine that there are a whole crap ton of people that can say they’ve had the same best friend for umpteen years. Maybe there is, I don’t know.
Sometimes I start to worry that maybe our lives have gone too different of paths. She had her daughter (my goddaughter) 8 years ago, and since then they’ve been doing things like pageants and gymnastics and just a bunch of stuff ever since. They seem to be go go go, whereas I married a guy, only to divorce him less than a year later, then got married again and had two daughters. I’ve never wanted to do the pageants or things like that, even though I’ve been told countless times that I should put Isabelle in some contests because she’s so pretty, and am very laid back. I’m more of the mindset of letting her play outside and go to the park and ride her bike around the block. Granted, Izzy is only 2, but I’d want her to do the things I did. We parent in such different ways, and that surprised me. Other than the year where we were in a fight (the longest year of my life), we’ve always been friends. I’ve been her therapist, and she’s been my sounding board. She’s been with me through the worst of times, and the best of times…and does know everything about me; good or bad. But there have been times where I thought our friendship has ran its course and I’m just not willing to let go. I know I get a little too inside my own head and worry about things I shouldn’t, and that’s something I’ll have to work on. When we do get together, it’s like that clichéd saying, we pick up basically where we left off. But it doesn’t seem to happen very often. I’ll hear of friends who get together every week or every other week or something, and it makes me a little jealous. We did have a while where we met for lunch at least once a month. But then something happened, and that just kind of fizzled out. And now we really don’t hang out much at all. Part of it is my fault for not extending an invite, but I got so used to not being able to do anything because of money. You say no to enough invites, and people stop asking you to do things. Now with the girls and not really knowing when Grant will be home, I never know when I’ll be free to do something unless it’s the weekend, and usually people are busy on weekends anyway. Makes it a little tough.. Wish I could get out of my head a little more. Friendships are always a two way street…one person cant always be the one making the effort. I might have to effort me in for a beer pretty soon