Today
is the birthday of my childhood best friend. We were friends from the
very beginning of first grade. We didn't do anything without the other
and were as comfortable in the other's home as we were our own. We liked
the same boys and shared a passion for Bobby Sherman. If we got into
trouble it was only because we had cooked up some scheme together. Our
disagreements were few and far between and we told each other
everything.
We were attendants in each other's weddings, and I wanted nothing more
than to live near each other and raise our children as best friends.
That dream was dashed when M and I moved across the country after my
second baby was born.
We still try to keep in touch, though our lives are busy and family
responsibilities take up a good deal of her time. I'm sure she will be
celebrating with her family tonight, but I will try to call her just the
same, and when I do I hope I will find our conversation as easy as it
ever was.
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