I got to spontaneously spend the weekend with one of my oldest and best friends. Someone who's never found me too poor, too dirty (I'm a mechanic, not hygienically challenged), or too 'country.' Someone who's loved me and been remarkably patient over 15 years. We've weathered relationships, marriages, some pretty big lifestyle changes, and pretty much have remained inseparable throughout. She's the one person who knows more about me than anyone else...at this point it wouldn't even be worth trying to hide anything, because she knows me too well.
After an incredibly shitty month, it was great to be with the one person who loves you most of all...and that means the world to you.