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sakon76Some days you're just extra glad that you're having a good hair day.
Some old friends of the family are in the area this week, going to Disneyland. By "old friends," I mean my parents met them when my mom and Sue were in the same Lamaze class pre-me. Their son Cody was born a couple weeks ahead of me, and is basically my oldest friend. His first sister was born not too long after my younger sister, so they were childhood friends too.
I haven't seen them in twenty-two years. Somewhat amusingly, the last time I saw them, it was also because they were down here going to Disneyland. We've stayed in quasi-contact; Sue and my mom talk occasionally, and my mom passes on to me what they talked about.
It's kind of weird. In a way, Cody was my first love, in that intense preteen type of love where you know you'll be friends forever. I have no idea if it's true for him as well, but I still love him in that way. I suspect I always will. It's a completely different type of friendship love than the feelings I have for the friends I met in college, who I have now known for nearly half my life, and a completely different love again from the friendship and adoration I have for my husband. It's something that's been a part of me literally since before I was old enough to write or, possibly, speak.
It's... very humbling, to realize that there's something in me that's that old and still holding strong.
Some old friends of the family are in the area this week, going to Disneyland. By "old friends," I mean my parents met them when my mom and Sue were in the same Lamaze class pre-me. Their son Cody was born a couple weeks ahead of me, and is basically my oldest friend. His first sister was born not too long after my younger sister, so they were childhood friends too.
I haven't seen them in twenty-two years. Somewhat amusingly, the last time I saw them, it was also because they were down here going to Disneyland. We've stayed in quasi-contact; Sue and my mom talk occasionally, and my mom passes on to me what they talked about.
It's kind of weird. In a way, Cody was my first love, in that intense preteen type of love where you know you'll be friends forever. I have no idea if it's true for him as well, but I still love him in that way. I suspect I always will. It's a completely different type of friendship love than the feelings I have for the friends I met in college, who I have now known for nearly half my life, and a completely different love again from the friendship and adoration I have for my husband. It's something that's been a part of me literally since before I was old enough to write or, possibly, speak.
It's... very humbling, to realize that there's something in me that's that old and still holding strong.
