It is hard on a kid when their parents pick up and move away. That summer I left my neighborhood was one of the biggest changes in my life. I had grown up knowing a family of girls that lived around the corner from our house. A family that I have grown to love and cherish like my own. I met Colleen when we were in the first grade. Funny I don't remember how we met but I am so glad we did. We would walk to school together everyday. We played after school making up dances, hanging out with the other kids on the block and just forming a wonderful friendship. We did things that kids don't do so much anymore. We played Mississippi until the street lights came on. We had lemonade stands, we toilet papered the neighbors, and walked everywhere in our town. I moved away the summer before the 6th grade. The hardest part was not saying goodbye to my friend. She was away on vacation when my folks moved us. She tells the story of that summer better than I ever could. She remembers coming home from her vacation and running over to my house only to find it empty.
Lucky for us we had wonderful parents who would drive us back and forth to see each other. Then her parents moved her even further away. Our friendship did not end there. We kept it strong by weekend visits and expensive phone bills. She even came out to a dance I had at my junior high this may have been the 6th grade. One weekend when we were in our freshman year I remember learning to dance in her bedroom. Her sister put on the music and we all danced and learned how to find our rhythm. And that is just one of a thousand stories.
Over the years we had plenty of ups and downs and learning experiences. We grew from each other and relied on one another too. Even though we both have busy lives and we live in different towns. I feel it is safe to say we will always be like family. When we are together it takes no time to get on the same page.
And once again another chapter of our book is being written. I now have a son for her to love and get to know. Thank you Colleen for being my friend. For understanding me and supporting me. I am sorry if I ever hurt you over the years. If I ever said anything that stuck out in your mind that was hurtful. You have been an amazing part of my life. A piece of my heart will always hold a spot for you. You are truly an amazing person. I am so proud to call you my friend. Your beautiful inside and out.
It is hard on a kid when their parents pick up and move away. That summer I left my neighborhood was one of the biggest changes in my life. I had grown up knowing a family of girls that lived around the corner from our house. A family that I have grown to love and cherish like my own. I met Colleen when we were in the first grade. Funny I don't remember how we met but I am so glad we did. We would walk to school together everyday. We played after school making up dances, hanging out with the other kids on the block and just forming a wonderful friendship. We did things that kids don't do so much anymore. We played Mississippi until the street lights came on. We had lemonade stands, we toilet papered the neighbors, and walked everywhere in our town. I moved away the summer before the 6th grade. The hardest part was not saying goodbye to my friend. She was away on vacation when my folks moved us. She tells the story of that summer better than I ever could. She remembers coming home from her vacation and running over to my house only to find it empty.
Lucky for us we had wonderful parents who would drive us back and forth to see each other. Then her parents moved her even further away. Our friendship did not end there. We kept it strong by weekend visits and expensive phone bills. She even came out to a dance I had at my junior high this may have been the 6th grade. One weekend when we were in our freshman year I remember learning to dance in her bedroom. Her sister put on the music and we all danced and learned how to find our rhythm. And that is just one of a thousand stories.
Over the years we had plenty of ups and downs and learning experiences. We grew from each other and relied on one another too. Even though we both have busy lives and we live in different towns. I feel it is safe to say we will always be like family. When we are together it takes no time to get on the same page.
And once again another chapter of our book is being written. I now have a son for her to love and get to know. Thank you Colleen for being my friend. For understanding me and supporting me. I am sorry if I ever hurt you over the years. If I ever said anything that stuck out in your mind that was hurtful. You have been an amazing part of my life. A piece of my heart will always hold a spot for you. You are truly an amazing person. I am so proud to call you my friend. Your beautiful inside and out.
2 comments:
aaahhha...Lisa that as such a nice thing you wrote about Colleen. I don't think I knew all that. She is a very special friend. The kind you hold onto with both hands. :o)
Wow, baby girl....I so remember those special little girls who grew into beautiful women....So glad I was along for the ride...Love you so, Mom XXOO
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