I’ve got this friend. This best friend. We were college roommates – and when you go to college you’ll realize the significance of that relationship and why that’s probably all I need to say to describe the indelible seal placed on our relationship by shared space/bathrooms/kitchen/utilities/life. For a year she and I and our three other roommates lived like sisters (the related kind, not the nun kind) in a 5 bedroom townhouse on the edge of campus. There were shenanigans.
We are all of us a kind of close that incurs no hesitation when the phone rings at an odd hour and the person on the other line says “Is now ok? I need to talk.” We are ‘I haven’t met your kid, but I already love him/her like family’ close. We are ‘I’ve seen you ugly cry and uber hung over and I still think you are beautiful’ close. We are ‘can you check out this weird thing on my butt’ close (true story).
So, when my friend and I saw each other again for the first time in almost 5 years…it was kind of epic. In a heart-bursting kind of way 🙂
We got to meet each other’s kids and see them play together – which was just so much awesomeness!
We ran around Philly in the oppressive summer heat and enjoyed the air-conditioning and entertainment provided by the Please Touch Museum.
We stayed in a beautiful hotel (for a steal – thank you Priceline!) attached to the impressive Reading Terminal Market.
It was wonderful! We snuggled our collective children before they slipped away to bounce on the hotel beds.
We ate Philly cheesesteaks and red velvet cupcakes while we watched The Incredibles and sipped beverages out of hotel water glasses pilfered from our collective bathrooms. No pretense, no ceremony, no shoes. It was perfect 🙂
You met your BFF, ‘M’, early on in your preschool days. You two were adorable and a great team. You keep her silly and she challenges and encourages you. If you aren’t able to always have M in your life (although I hope you do!), i hope you at least have someone like her. She’s amazing and just what you need.
When you went your separate ways for kindergarten, it was hard on all of us. So, when you returned to your old daycare for summer camp and she didn’t, you noticed and amped up your BFF campaign.
Resistance was futile! There’s only so long you can stonewall a pouty 6 year-old carrying a photo of her BFF around the house. The playdate happened. And it was EPIC.
Painting, water balloon fight, hose showers, bikes, bounce house, puzzling…the works!
Your friendship didn’t skip a beat. It was beautiful 🙂
Can’t wait to watch you two blossom into beautiful young women. Together 🙂
It was ‘friends week’ at school, which is – of course – adorable. They sent home all the kids in your class with photos with their bestie. Here’s yours:
Which reminds me of a little story your bestie’s Mom told me just last week.
Bestie’s Mom: Buddy’s been getting into shenanigans at our place.
Me: Really? Do tell. (note: unfortunately, we have never been to their place.)
Bestie’s Mom: Yesterday I asked J “who peed on the toilet?” He said “Buddy did it.” I said, “Don’t give me that. Who peed all over the toilet?” He kept saying, “Buddy did it!” I said, “Really? Buddy came over here, peed on the toilet, then went all the way back home? That’s what happened?” He looked me right in the eyes and said, “Yes.”
Me: Buddy, sounds like you’ve got a toilet to clean up!
Bestie’s Mom: I know, right? What have you been up to, Buddy??
Me: Buddy, did you do it?
And then me and J’s Mom just fell out laughing! Man code, at such a young age.
There is something wonderful about growing up on a street full of kids. I didn’t have this experience growing up. My block was all retirees and empty-nesters. You two, however, have a bounty of children to play with and it is awesome! I am retroactively jealous of you.
There’s two kids across the street, three more kids a door down from them, two kids next door, two kids a door down from them, and two more next to them. We could have a veritable kid convention in the works here. And that’s just our block! We meet new kids every day at the playground down the street.
Last weekend there was a random confluence of children at the neighbor’s house. As if responding to some magnetic pull, eight children descended on their house, you two among them. There were shenanigans…oh my, were there shenanigans! …and tears, and negotiations, and bandaids, and running, and jumping, and screaming, and all the good stuff that comes with free play and kids up to their own devices. There was mess, but there were even more memories.
It was truly fabulous to see you guys having so much fun together. Which is why it’s so hard to tell you that…we’re moving. I’ll spring for therapy…