Her name is Ellie. On the day of her birth in 1991 our friendship was established. Because our Moms grew up together, being best friends was a more than likely assumption. Born with the prettiest full head of strawberry blonde hair, a face filled with freckles and a heart bigger than anyone I know. The sound of her voice has the power of bringing me back to a moment in our childhood. Because we grew up together, side by side, hand in hand, the best friend I could have asked for. Although nine hours and several miles has separated us for the past four years, nothing and I mean nothing at all has changed between Ellie and my friendship. The golden thread of life, my future bridesmaid and the missing piece to my puzzle of life.