Admission.

I have a bit of a crush on Anne of Green Gables.

In college Anne inspired me to work hard and get an “A” in math class.  True story.  (And nothing short of miraculous since I am not a mathematically minded person.)

I have not yet read the full series, but I have definitely read that first book.  Many, many times.

And there has been a passage from it that has been on my mind recently.

“Marilla,” she demanded presently, “do you think that I
shall ever have a bosom friend in Avonlea?”

“A–a what kind of friend?”

“A bosom friend–an intimate friend, you know–a really
kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.  I’ve
dreamed of meeting her all my life.  I never really supposed
I would, but so many of my loveliest dreams have come true
all at once that perhaps this one will, too.  Do you think
it’s possible?”

Well, I may not be named Anne.  And I may not live in Avonlea.  But I do consider myself uber blessed to have had one of my loveliest dreams come true.

Hello Katie, my bosom friend.

I find it amazing how I met Ms. Katie.

She married my brother-in-law.

That’s right.  It is crazy to me that someone came into my life through no decision of my own, who turned out to be such a kindred spirit in so many ways.

I’ll save you from having to read through all of our similarities or all the ways that Katie has enriched my life.  Especially since I know that she already knows.

But today I just felt like saying…

Cheers to my intimate friend in whom I can confide my inmost soul.  I am forever grateful to have you near.