Thursday, November 3, 2011


I'm one of the lucky ones who can say without hesitation that I had a very best girl friend while I was growing up.  I didn't meet her until I transferred to her school in the 7th grade, but we became fast friends and were soon inseparable.  Before long, we spent every minute together at school, spoke on the phone every night and spent the night at each other's homes regularly.

We listened to music, mused over many a J. Crew, Tweeds and J. Jill catalog, frequented record shops, attended more concerts than I can count, and watched countless episodes of Twin Peaks and the X-Files over bowls of Breyers Vanilla Fudge Twirl ice cream.  I went with her family to Cape May for vacation and she came to Florida with my family where we would take turns reading chapters of mystery novels to each other before going to bed.  We were pros at double-dating.  And, thankfully, our dates always got along (as far as we knew).  We dyed our hair together, hers black, mine red.  We even made up our own short hand so we could take school notes faster and pass notes more discretely.

We may sound like we could've been trouble-makers, but we weren't.  Both Christians, we may have walked the edge sometimes, but together we were stronger and stood our ground among friends who didn't always.  There was safety in the pair.

We laughed a lot.  I specifically remember a time at a Dairy Queen when I slipped on a wet floor and landed hard on my bum.  Laura and the two boys we were with fell into open booths laughing their heads off.  I can't quite remember if they checked to see if I was okay first or not but I was, so I was soon in tears with them.  I can picture her laughing that night as clear as day and remember laughing along with her, the tears spilling over, oh so, often.

I can't remember ever really arguing over anything.

We went our separate ways after high school and have lead pretty different lives since.  She's an interior designer in Manhattan and me, well.  You all know about me.  In spite of the paths our lives have taken, I will always be connected deeply to my Laura.  I feel so privileged to know her and to have shared so many formative years with her by my side. Watching her get married this past weekend surrounded by all of her friends and family was such a joy.

Laura, I thank God for you and I thank you for taking me on as your best friend all those years ago.

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  1. What a sweet post. You are indeed one of the lucky ones. Congrats to your friend on her marriage!

  2. This is precious. I do not have friends from school any more, but I have a few dear friends that have been closer than my own family for over 30 years...

  3. What a lovely tribute to a lovely friendship!

  4. There IS safety in a pair - Jesus sent out the disciples 'two by two' for that very reason. He sends people like your Laura into our lives, sometimes for a season, sometimes for a lifetime. Even though your 'pair' is your husband now, it is still a blessing to have close female friends. If you can't reconnect with Laura in the same way, I hope God will send you another one like her.

  5. Such sweet memories. It brings to mind Anne of Green Gables and Diana.

  6. True friends are such a blessing. Thanks for sharing this story.

  7. my childhood friends name is Laurie too but we only just hooked up again after45 years--so long but nit to late --keep your friends in your heart -true friends are hard to find


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