My BFF · 29 September 2013

I know it sounds sappy and maybe even a little contrived, but my wife is my BFF. My best friend forever.

Maybe the thought comes from the pastor’s sermon on Sunday or maybe it is just because I am contrite after we have arguments (no, we do not always just have discussions) or maybe it is because I recently saw my parents who are my role models for how special a husband and wife relationship should be. It might even be because I had the song You’re My Best Friend by Queen stuck in my head (which brings up a completely different story). Regardless of where the thought came from, I just know it is true. My wife, The Mindboggling Mrs. Miyoshi, is my bestest friend ever.

In reality, it is mindboggling thinking that anybody could be best friends with anybody else. After all, we are human beings with faults and frailties galore and yet others can and do love us despite all that. We have baggage from the past and garbage we are sorting through in the present. Or at least most of us do. And in spite of it all, my wife still thinks I am wonderful.

Fortunately, thinking somebody is wonderful all the time is not a prerequisite for being best friends. The Mindboggling Mrs. Miyoshi knows how mindbogglingly idiotic I can be. She has seen me at my worst. She knows that often I am less than wonderful and yet she still hangs in there.

I know part of it is because we both take to heart the vows we made on our wedding day. For richer or poorer. For better or worse. Until death do us part. There is no vow about being friends, let alone best friends. But we are.

I suppose part of it is time. After all these years together, we know each other well. We actually like to spend time with one another. It is why we got married in the first place. We walk and talk and eat together. We enjoy the same things and we enjoy different things. Sometimes, we argue and fight (but we seem to do so less with each passing year). We know the best and the worst about each other. And when we are apart, we often think it would be nice if the other one was there.

When it comes right down to it, we are better with each other than apart.

In the final analysis, that is what being best friends is really all about. In fact, when people think of best friends, they often cannot think of one without the other. In my case, I find it difficult to think of my Grandpa without my Grandma. Or my Mom without my Dad. All of my memories of one in the pair tie in with the other. And so it is with my wife and best friend. I cannot see myself without seeing The Mindboggling Mrs. Miyoshi by my side.

I know it is sappy, but it is not contrived. I really am happy to write about my wife being my BFF. I am glad she is my best friend forever.

© 2013 Michael T. Miyoshi

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