#flylehmansfly

Each friendship is unique, I think we can all agree on that fact,
often it’s people’s similarities that help to forge their pact.
But for Carly and me, it turns out, quite the opposite was true –
her yin to my yang, it seems our differences became the glue.

So how (and why) did this sweet, bubbly dancer from the south
befriend me – a jock with dance moves as bad as my mouth?
The answer still eludes me, but during these past 7 years,
you’ve been the little big sister I’ve needed, through the laughs and the tears.

We became friends and then roommates in the blessed Men’s Grill,
with every step of that walk up I miss those days still.
We’d joke I was the brawn, I’ve got at least 6 inches on you,
and you were the brains an odd couple though and through.

Then when life hit us hard, taking turns throughout the years,
our friendship kept me going,  your advise always calming my fears.
We looked out for each other, like sisters always do,
I learned to adult, one of the many important lessons I learned from you.

When Jason came along, we’d had our share of winners, you and I…
but he sounded promising, a doctor? You sure he’s not a finance guy?
I was summoned to our restaurant on that fateful summer Sunday,
Carly’s face was all I needed to see that night to know was here to stay.

Just like Carly, Jason gets me and puts up with my endless chatter,
we’re jocks who like football, and can both clear a wings platter.
None of that matters, of course, he and Carly the perfect pair,
so I gladly pass the brawn torch to him, with six inches on me it was only fair.

SO, to these two best friends of mine, I’d like to make a toast.
On this perfect sunny weekend, in front of those who love you most.
I wish you a lifetime of happiness, and remember, as each day goes by:
you’re loved more than words,  Fly, Eagles, Fly.