Keep the old

My apologies to my dear friend Megan. I failed to ask her permission to publish this long forgotten middle school photo of the two of us. But since it's just as mortifying to me to look back on those great big glasses and knee-length khakis, I figure she'll forgive me for showing off her ruffled denim shirt and puffy floral shorts. It was 1994, after all. And the last day of sixth grade is a big deal, so you can see why we wanted to look especially spiffy.


Regardless of what we were thinking on this particular day, or any other day that we spent together between kindergarten and college graduation for that matter, I'm fairly certain it never crossed our minds that we'd have these one day:

We enjoyed a great visit with my dear old friend and her family this weekend. Abby found a kindred spirit in almost 4-year-old Neely, the gymnastics-loving, daredevil kid that I have to thank for teaching my clumsy daughter how to jump off of her bed and climb into the second story of her fort.

We've come a long way since our days of singing old Patsy Cline songs on the school bus together. Now we've got some toddlers to chime in with us while our husbands build ski jumps off the back deck (hers) and smoke pork for dinner (mine). With almost 23 years of friendship behind us, I'm thinking if Megan and I haven't gotten tired of each other by now, we're probably stuck with each other.

I'm okay with that.