I have many friends...friends that I've known since I was born...I love them all. But, there is one that, for some reason, I didn't find until around 11 years ago? I'm not sure about the first time I met her, I just know that for about 5 years now we have been inseparable.
This past year, actually it was Feb. of 2008, her husband left for a year tour in Afghanistan....I was heartbroken for her..we spent this last year together. EVERY Monday and almost every Thursday from August on, different days during the week when the kids were on summer break...and almost every holiday since St. Patricks Day....
We have laughed together ( a lot), cried together (some), threatened to hit each other (usually amidst the laughter) and lived together (briefly through the ice storm)...We have yelled at each others kids, griped about our husbands, praised our husbands and kids, praised ourselves for being martyrs, and eaten at Melini's almost every Monday for months...we have made many attainable goals and met very few of them, sit on porch swings for hours hiding from the kids, got through PMS together every month and shared clothes....she has "done" my hair too many times to count, held me down and plucked my eyebrows, and told me when I stunk like a man....I have told her she wasn't crazy, rubbed her head when she was scared, and have given her awkward hugs when she was crying....she has "sanded" the hair off of my elbows, offered to help bury the bodies when I want to kill my kids, and promised to wreak havoc with me when we are old and gray....I have sit with her on Christmas Eve until it was officially Christmas when I found her on her front steps crying and she has told me I was in the right during every argument with Casey even when I wasn't, we have thought of running away and changing our names to Menthol and Vidalia while making syrup in Vermont and then laughed about the fact that we wouldn't be able to stay away forever....we have given advice, taken advice, sneered at advice, and said the words "I'm Fine" too many times to count....we have drank countless cups of coffee and taken countless years off our our lives by worrying about the unknown.....we have drove Derek to the airport at 4 in the morning to send him back to Afghanistan when all we really wanted to do was keep driving until we made it to Mexico with him.....we have waited in the parking lot of Boyd Co. School for his bus to pull in when he finally came home for good....we have loved and been loved...mostly from each other....this is my blog to you Amy...I love you:)
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Oh Shelley! I love this. It's perfect. Lest we forget your knowledge of cantilopes that you so graciously bestowed upon me or the many trips to the library and the phone calls many, many weeks later of me being afraid that they would forever ban me. We really are awsome, and I cherish each and every memory that we share together. Not to mention all the memories that are yet to come.
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