My friend Laurel
We both grew up in Beachwood. We met in Kindergarten and became friends in Mrs. Johnson’s first grade class. We would use our “privacy folders” to block out the rest of the world…we were in our own.
Our mothers shared the name Sherry. Her mom’s with an i, mine with a y. My parents witnessed her mom’s conversion to Judaism. I always thought that was special.
She went on a lot of vacations. I always went to NJ. Her grandma spoke with a wonderful accent. Her mom let her eat tater tots.
I had Rocky, she had Buster and Whitney.
She had the first boy/girl party, I had the first bat mitzvah.
Our Dads became close, closer and now closest.
We drifted apart, but found each other again.
She had a cool car, I had a cool car to get driven around in. I owe her a lot of rides.
I applied early decision to American University. Laurel went there.
She was there for me when it seemed very few really were. Loyal, passionate and strong Laurel. I was thankful. Still am.
She makes me feel normal when I am acting crazy. We’re both a little nuts…but in totally different ways.
We just get each other.
She will stand up in my wedding and I had better stand up in hers.
She will live in the east, while I will live in the midwest.
But so long as we both have Verizon, we have all the time together that we need.
July 15th, 2009 at 1:59 pm
I love you!