One of my closest and oldest friends had her first baby yesterday morning. Congratulations Kristin!! I feel old.
Kristin and I met in 7th grade PE (who knew something good could come of that???) when we both had injuries that required us to sit on the stairs and do nothing while everyone else ran the mile and played paddle tennis. Eventually I got a doctor's note that said I couldn't do anything for over a month so I had to go to the library for "independent study" instead and Kristin recovered and had to run the mile and play paddle tennis but in those times sitting on the stairs we became friends. Strangely we also had 8th grade PE together I think, wasn't that when it was me, Kristin, Krista, & Krystal? Yeah, fun times.
I can't remember why, or whose idea it was, but for some reason we decided to try out for Color Guard together in high school, we both made the team!! (That would seem more amazing if everyone who tried out hadn't made the team but we are ignoring that fact for the time being). By the end of high school we had spent sooooo many hours together, been awarded gold medals together, done countless Spanish projects together, shared leadership positions together, choreographed routines together, and performed and counted upon the other to perform beautifully together.
Despite all that by the end of our Senior year we had drifted a bit, both finding other groups to join outside of Color Guard and after high school we stayed in touch, went to lunch, still enjoyed each other's company and friendship but I was worried that it wasn't the same, that we weren't ever going to be as close and I didn't know how to fix it. Luckily Kristin did, she had what I'll call crazy idea numero uno and asked me to be the maid of honor in her wedding. I didn't cry when she asked, mostly because I was too stunned and honored to form any sort of a reaction but I was happy about it. Pretty much from that moment it felt right again, I felt like I had one of my best friends back and I was excited. I'm still excited that I got to be there on that special day with her (and give an impromptu speech that we decided I didn't have to do but the DJ and wedding Gestapo/coordinator made me do) and that I got to surprise her for her baby shower. I'm excited to go home and meet Luke for the first time even though children don't like me but mostly I'm excited that Kristin and I are close friends again and that she is happy and that she found her husband and that she has her perfect little beautiful baby boy.
I am not excited that I feel old. Kristin, remember how young we once were?