Why my bestie is my bestie...

I have two best friends -- one here, and one in the US. Thinking about them today, I was struck by how different they are, but that I love them both so much. So I thought I'd post why my besties are my besties. :) Feel free to join in and tell us why you and your bestie get along so well!

Bestie #1 (in the US): The first person I lived with out in the "real world", even though we'd known each other since we were about 10 years old. When I picture her in my mind, she is still about 13, wearing stirrup pants and an oversized sweatshirt, with a spiral perm and a hairsprayed fringe. She introduced me to the joys of reality TV and helped me to fail many a crash diet. She listened to me cry over many unworthy boyfriends without judging or rolling her eyes, even though I'm sure she wanted to. She helped me get my first decent-paying job at her company, and let me become friends with all of her friends since I didn't have any of my own. I was a bridesmaid in her wedding, which I cried the whole way through, and she peed on a stick in my bathroom when she found out she was pregnant for the first time. She supported me when I moved here, even though she knew it meant we wouldn't see each other for years and that I'd miss the birth of both her children, yet still agreed to store my stuff in her basement (and move it, along with her own stuff, twice). She is godmother to my daughter, even though she hasn't been able to see her since she was six months old. Now she sends me care packages with deodorant and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, and answers all of my weird questions about babies without batting an eyelash.

Bestie #2 (here): My first real friend after I moved here, who taught me that yes, you can meet great people on the internet! She has always accepted me, even though I am sure she thought I was a bit weird at first! (And probably still does.) We bonded over our mutual love of quilting and sewing, and four years later, we're now navigating the waters of first-time motherhood together. She was my one and only bridesmaid at my wedding, and put up with me over many, many crafty weekends where I made a mess in her lounge, riled up her dog, and drank way too much Bailey's with my Cadbury Caramello ice cream. She is a very competitive board game player and always kicks my arse at them, as she's a bit too clever for me sometimes. She gives the most thoughtful presents and is creative and talented at every crafty thing she turns her hand to. She kept me sane throughout pregnancy and the early days of having a baby, despite being pregnant and not feeling so great herself. She called me from the delivery room after her baby was born, which is right up there as one of the coolest moments of my life. She treats my daughter like her own and made me godmother of her son. She lets me escape to her place for weekends away from the Big Smoke, although now it doesn't happen as often as it used to. She is also the reason I got a mobile phone -- because she's the person I text the most, at any hour of the day or night, and she never yells at me if it's too late or early.

Wow, how lucky am I???