Back to the girls...
My friend Hollie flew in from Florida and Michele, Mendy and Kim all drove up from St. Louis. Aside from Mendy, I met the others in High School with when my family moved my junior year. Most kids would freak out about moving schools with only 13 months left, let alone from a rural to urban setting in a different state. The first few days wreaked havoc on my nerves, but cheerleading tryouts presented me with a curve in the road. I met some of the best people ever on that squad, and contrary to conventional wisdom, we all got along smashingly. When problems arose we confronted them respectfully and did not talk behind anyone's back. Ever. The maturity I experienced at that school helped prepare me for college, and some of the friendships I made there have certainly stood the test of time.
We've grown in ways we never imagined at the young age of 18. We've morphed into strong, independent women. We celebrate in each other's successes and accomplishments. We share in one another's losses and sorrows. We face challenges head-on. We continue to parent our teenagers and babies to the best of our abilities, constantly seeking advice and reassurance from one another.
|Strength, Courage, Desire.|
In memory of Kati Fisher, a young lady taken too soon who is celebrated by many.
Last weekend reinvigorated our souls and the connections we share, allowing us to put an extremely large deposit into our bank account of friendship. When it's time, we will all make withdrawals, and we will be there for each other in our varying times of need.
And we'll also be back, soon, to enter another satisfying deposit.
More to come. Some of the stories and events of our galavanting around town are too rich and deserve separate commentary. The list of crap we crammed in alone is deserving of it's own post.
In the meantime, go grab a best friend and make a deposit.