I am the youngest of 3 siblings – I have an older brother and an older sister. Today is my sister’s birthday and she just so happens to be the longest best friend I have ever had. Since I was about 3 years old, just a couple years into talking, We’ve had a nickname for each other: “Best.” Can you guess what it’s short for? You got it, Best Friends.

I told my version of the story awhile back, but I was 3 and who remembers a lot from that age? Not me. This was my sisters response…

“Yes, you were about 3 years old and we were camping. And you were afraid of bears. You and I were sharing a tent and you asked if I would hold your hand because you were scared, and that’s when you told me I was your best friend. I’ll never forget it. I guess when you’re that age you didn’t have too many options for best friends, but I’m still glad you picked me.”

I’m glad I picked you too, Best. Happy Birthday!