I've had a friend for 28 years; since Pre-Kindergarten. What would a psychologist say about that? I'm guessing that we will still be calling each other besties as we compare food rations and Bingo games in our nursing home of choice at the end of time.
While I hate qualifying friends with a good, better or best status, I do like labeling some as legendary. And Rebecca is just that. A famous piece of fabric in not only my life - but in so many others.
Legend has it that she was born in the back seat of a car; she came out blue, but with the help of her Dad, took her first breath of air. She arrived in my life though when we entered Mrs. Stephen's classroom for the first time. We shared a love of peanut butter and jelly, Mrs. Chitman's ballet class, and Eric, the cutest four-year old in our class. Several years later, we shared hymnals, maroon blazers, Grandparents and Special Friends Days, Turkey Bowls, dulcimers, school plays, gym uniforms, crushes, and crashes.
Legend has it that she was born in the back seat of a car; she came out blue, but with the help of her Dad, took her first breath of air. She arrived in my life though when we entered Mrs. Stephen's classroom for the first time. We shared a love of peanut butter and jelly, Mrs. Chitman's ballet class, and Eric, the cutest four-year old in our class. Several years later, we shared hymnals, maroon blazers, Grandparents and Special Friends Days, Turkey Bowls, dulcimers, school plays, gym uniforms, crushes, and crashes.
My fear of dogs, in particular Doberman Pinschers, came from her. The ironically named Princess was Rebecca's canine compatriot growing up. Princess ate out of the garbage, bit Caroline Potter, and was my worst nightmare. I had to barter before play dates: at the same time I would ring the doorbell at her house, I would hear Rebecca yell, 'quick, put Princess outside.'
Rebecca was host to more sleepovers than a Hilton Hotel. From second grade on her house on Maple Ave was THE party house. By 1:00 AM there would be girls, zipped up in sleeping bags, covering every square inch of her house. There were more fluid rules at her house too; there was parental guidance so we got to watch Dirty Dancing, jump on trampolines without spotters, sit on the roof, and drink champagne after Prom.
Rebecca saved me from more awkward moments in life by being as candid as possible. I covered up pimples, got cheese crackers out of my braces, fixed my hair, chewed pieces of gum, and changed ill fitting outfits with Rebecca's coaxing. And while my self-confidence was always rattled for a minute or two, I walked away looking better than ever.
Ardmore Roller Rink never had a better skater; Trees Hall never had a more elegant swimmer. Longue Vue never had a more glamorous golfer; Shadyside never had a more determined power walker. Life never had a more hopeless romantic, aggressive cuddler, or endless believer in the kind of love that lasts throughout the ages. And I never had a more loyal friend.
Rebecca was host to more sleepovers than a Hilton Hotel. From second grade on her house on Maple Ave was THE party house. By 1:00 AM there would be girls, zipped up in sleeping bags, covering every square inch of her house. There were more fluid rules at her house too; there was parental guidance so we got to watch Dirty Dancing, jump on trampolines without spotters, sit on the roof, and drink champagne after Prom.
Rebecca saved me from more awkward moments in life by being as candid as possible. I covered up pimples, got cheese crackers out of my braces, fixed my hair, chewed pieces of gum, and changed ill fitting outfits with Rebecca's coaxing. And while my self-confidence was always rattled for a minute or two, I walked away looking better than ever.
Ardmore Roller Rink never had a better skater; Trees Hall never had a more elegant swimmer. Longue Vue never had a more glamorous golfer; Shadyside never had a more determined power walker. Life never had a more hopeless romantic, aggressive cuddler, or endless believer in the kind of love that lasts throughout the ages. And I never had a more loyal friend.
This weekend, Rebecca, my legendary 28-year partner in crime, got her fairy tale ending as she joined her better half in marriage. She vowed to hug him.
Kiss him.
And love him all the days of her life.
And Tom, as her lifelong friend, I can tell you that when she makes a promise, she never breaks it.
Congrats Tom and Rebecca! I love you both so much.
Lo.
Kiss him.
And love him all the days of her life.
And Tom, as her lifelong friend, I can tell you that when she makes a promise, she never breaks it.
Congrats Tom and Rebecca! I love you both so much.
Lo.
Also ... Mary went to the pool this weekend. And the photos were pretty cute. So by the power vested in me, I'm annexing her to this blog post.
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