It was freshman year of high school at softball try outs. I was unbelievably shy and scared to death. I had no self-confidence and I can't say much has changed since then. At the try-out, we had to run, run and run! Basically, until you threw up. I am not sure if it was between the gasps for air, or meeting at the garbage can in the middle of the gym or laying on the ground after practice, that we first met. But at sometime, I met these twin girls, who look nothing alike. It was within those first few days of sharing in mutual pain and suffering that Kimmy and Cindy and I became fast friends. (and we all made the team)
Who knew that 28 years later we would still be the best of friends? We have celebrated three marriages, seven children, the purchases of five homes and carried each other through our losses too. They have picked my up off the ground and carried me through some of my most difficult times. There are no words to say how much I adore them.
Seven years ago, I needed to find a new home. There was very little hesitation with where to look. I end up within minutes of both of them. Even though we don't get to see each other as often as any of us would like, they are just a phone call away. Or a few block drive away since we are just a stones throw away from each other. In fact, my children go to the same school as Kimmy and all of our kids will attend the same high school. I love the notion that most of them will be in the same school at the same time.
So this weekend we will celebrate our friendship. I can't wait to sing our hearts out at another Bon Jovi concert! Love you girls!