As you get older, you realize that you have different kinds of friends; friends from work, college, childhood, former romances, and family. These classifications describe division, not quality. In quality, there are only two measures: trust and duration. Kirk is one of my oldest friends, and I trust him implicitly. He has supported Leslee and me through labor and loss.
There are very few things I can say to adequately thank him. I can only hope that I have the opportunity to be as dependable and generous to him as he has been to me and mine.
Not to sound too much like I'm trying for my martyr card, but there's that saying "friends help friends move, real friends help friends move bodies." I'd prefer to think of that second part as "real friends help friends spend whole weekends doing the Herculean tasks involved in going over a house full of the antique-ish knick knacks (and lead paint) of a lovely old lady who'd lived there for decades while smoking quite a bit, and working towards the goal of having it be a fit place to raise a one year old child." but that really, really doesn't scan.