I've known him for longer than I can remember.
Aaron is closer to me than a brother, closer than blood -- our mothers tell us we share a brain.
He is the Tom Sawyer to my Huck Finn.
The Han Solo to my Luke Skywalker.
The Adams to my Jefferson.
The Butch to my Sundance.
Aaron and I have seen a lot of life side by side. He's one of the few people on earth that I trust implicitly, without reservation.
My life would not be what it is without Aaron -- he's the reason we had fun, I'm the reason we survived. People claim to have best friends -- most of them don't scratch the surface. I know what he thinks, he knows what I'll do. The storms of life have battered away at both of us, but the great constant has been an understood, unapologetic, unending friendship.
We have built and ridden and mourned and laughed.
We have talked and yelled and fought and explored.
As children we watched each of our families disintegrate, as adults we are both trying to do a better job with our own families.
With the exception of my wife and children, no relationship in my life is more important than my friendship with Aaron -- in my life he's been the music to my lyrics, and my life is infinitely richer because I know him.
In fact, the greatest compliment that I can give him is that right now, I'm at a rare loss for words. I can't fully express what this friendship means to me. It's life. It's blood. It's the whole world. It's beyond my capacity to express.
And with that in mind, I'm going to share with all of you something Aaron gave me this morning:
He likes my blog so much that it makes him vomit rainbows!
He meant this as a joke, and he's afraid that you, my loyal readers, are going to roast him alive -- I told him you're all far too nice to do anything like that.
So tell me about your best friends.
I told you I'd post it Aaron.
I love you, man!
In the words of Kelly Clarkson (or maybe the kids from Glee): My life would suck without you!