My Best Friend The Doctor | Knoxville, Tenn.

There are some friendships that begin with a spark, a commonality you can recall, when that bond first began. I don't remember when Amy and I met. I don't remember our first lunch together or our first spend-the-night party, but I know that first lunch probably involved peanut butter and jelly on a Fisher-Price table, if not something made by Gerber. Amy has been my best friend my entire life, even though we have practically nothing in common. In church when we were little, I remember being perplexed as to why Amy carried her crayons in a purse. I think I stuffed mine in the pocket of the Umbros I wore under my dress. Amy was all pink and frills, and I was tree-climbing tomboy. To this day, those differences remain, and we've decided it works to our advantage. Our differences keep us balanced, even though I'm still baffled sometimes at how stark those polarities are.

Those contrasts shone again on Saturday when I, the creative one, watched as Amy, the smart one, crossed the stage to become a Doctor of Osteopathic Medicine. I couldn't be more proud of the endurance, intelligence and poise that my beautiful best friend has shown in the past 10 years of higher education. And since I couldn't talk her into doing her residency in Nashville, I get to go visit her at the beach when she moves next month.

Amy hates being in pictures, but the light was too beautiful to pass up when we left the restaurant in downtown Knoxville. I managed to drag her in front of my lens for about 10 seconds to get a few photos with her Jacob. And one with me, of course.

Amy, you're beautiful in every way, and I'm so honored to know you're the best friend God led to me. Also, this means free medical advice for life, right? (Right?) I love you, and I'm so proud of the woman you've become.

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