Amy's horseback riding lessons are out in the country. We visit our dear Brady friends
out on the farm. And it's all just a hop skip and a jump from my house. Head the opposite direction and I can be in the posh Downtown Portland drinking shmancy coffee and shopping in equally shmancy boutiques just as fast.
I attended one of the largest four year high schools in Portland. And in the 9th grade I met Claire.Dedicated, Crazy, Fun, Hardworking, Hilarious, Honest, Claire. She was the girl who took hard classes and got really great grades and had a thriving social life and ran cross country. Without freaking out.
We were inseparable those four years. My parents loved her. My sisters loved her. She fit right in at our home always feeling free to raid the snack drawer, pulling up a chair for dinner then going home only to call me every five minutes.
Two of those years we both suffered major accidents. Together. Each one affected the other in different but equally massive ways. We pulled through and it brought us closer together.
But then, she went away for college, I stayed home and got married.
With that change, as change is oft to do, our friendship pretty much ceased. Although we managed to be in each others' weddings, we missed most of our 20's and the births of our kids. About a decade of life.
Just recently, life has found us back together!
How I've missed her! She still cracks me up.
Her children are adorable. She's excited about my adoption.
We've grown up but have reconnected in a way that feels like we haven't missed a beat.
Thanks, God, for Claire.
Claire and I took the kids strawberry picking today out in the country.
I'm trying to think of some AbFab metaphor or simile about life, friendships and strawberries. But for the life of me I can't think of anything. Zilch. Maybe there isn't one.
I'd love it if anyone could come up with cutesy phrase that combines all of these thoughts together.
There's gotta be something about the seeds of life or fields of friendship
or...well...see, I got nuthin.