B and I recently enjoyed walking around one of my favorite lakes with my childhood friend, C, and her son, T.
C and I met in the third grade after her family moved to town. We lived a couple blocks away from each other. Our history as friends goes further than really any other friend I know. We walked to school together, played with our American Girl dolls, wore matching clothes on the first day of 4th grade, rode bikes, played sports, had sleep-overs, puff painted sweat shirts, were in girl scouts, went to girl scout camp, made friendship bracelets, went to church camp, played at the cabin, rode the tractor and later on into middle school and high school ran and skied together.
It was C who introduced me to country music way before Texas had even crossed my radar map and later we both became Horned Frogs (though our decision to attend TCU was not based on the other’s choice).
Our paths didn’t cross much in college, but it was always nice to see a familiar face in such uncharted territory. Since college we have had the honor of being in each other’s weddings and have now both entered motherhood (though in fairness to her, she has about a year and a half on me).
Life has changed greatly since the days of meeting between each other's houses to ride bikes or walk to school…but it still is sweet to meet up every once in awhile to catch up. It is pretty surreal to be walking while pushing strollers, though T & B make fantastic company!
C, it was great to see you and T. Thanks for the walk!
Happy Tuesday.
Be blessed.
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