dear friend

right now i’m thinking back on the silly years we had together – dressing up in my brothers’ halloween costumes, threatening getting our tongues peirced and running away from home together, sleep-talking, snowmobile adventures, grilled cheese and tomato soup, a spontaneous memphis daytrip (oh wait, that never happened…;)), basement summer, oasis, pagers, and boys who weren’t good for us.  it wasn’t even as if i needed alli to survive – i just never questioned there might be a time she wasn’t my very closest friend, my other half.  of course she would always be!

we’ve gone through so many seasons – some close, some further away.  but she’s that friend that will always be my other half – even if we don’t speak for a year straight (that had better never happen…i’m just saying ;)) but even in the closest of seasons i could never have predicted what it would be like to keep moving through life together.  as she moves into the mysterious world of motherhood i am humbled by her beauty, her strength, her love for her husband and her baby.

somehow it took until knowing the name of her new son for it to hit me, but hit me it did. the tears surprised even me.  i am so grateful for this friend – this sister.  and i’m absolutely shaken by how important a human can be to my heart.  and now i have another one – a very small one – who has already put down his roots deep in my chest.  i can’t wait to meet him.  i love you, al.

congrats alli and kirk.


1 Response to “dear friend”

  1. 1 Momma April 25, 2009 at 9:31 pm

    What’s his name? Congratulations Ali and Kirk. Can’t wait for you to bring him to the farm!

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