We met because you happened to be in the same line as me when we drove in. We met when I was sitting down by myself and you asked if I was okay. We met because we both wanted to eat tacos at 3:00am. We met in a way that most people don’t meet their new best friend.

It was a smile and a nod that pretty much said, “Hey, we are the same, you and I. Let’s be friends.” And ultimately, we did.

Our passionate conversations about music quickly became long, meaningful talks about life, love, and friendship. You talked about where you came from, and I was listening. I told you about my life, and you were listening too. Your friends are your family, and I became another member.

Although we were sweaty, stinky, and sometimes muddy, we hugged it out for every hello, goodbye, and see you later.

We spent a weekend together but it felt like a lifetime. I want you to say thank you for a couple things.

Thank you for that first smile.

Thank you for the musical musings, the meanderings, and the late-night wanderings.

Thank you for helping me set up my tent, and for letting me borrow your hammer too.

Thank you for the words of wisdom.

The conversations, the dreams, the laughter, and the tears.

And thank you for sharing your last beer.

Until we meet again…