Sunday, December 22, 2013
Kelly has been my best friend since I moved to the Midwest the year I turned thirteen. That was the year we slept on black sheets in her parents' den, played the haunted house video game and Leisure Suit Larry, made too much macaroni and cheese and dubbed ourselves the pasta sisters forever, took art class together, made our boyfriends' initials in chocolate chip cookie dough. The year we slept on twin beds in my parents' basement, danced with a person-sized doll my mother made, talked to boys on the phone endlessly. Now, twenty-one years later, two third of our life nearly, we have put behind us: nasty relationships, drunken birthdays, somber birthdays, maid/matron-of-honorhood, godparenthood, birth witnessing, exhaustion and love, explosive joy and a trip to New Orleans. It's such a gift to see our children play together. PSF, Kell.