I met Erin in kindergarten, over playdough that we make believed into a lemonade stand. We were both shy, but I grew up in a house that was loud and she grew up in a house that was quiet- at least that's how I remember it. Birthday parties, and first days of school, and awkward fashion, and life as a teenager, and driving, and parties and growing up, she was always there. She'd like to tell you that I got her into trouble, and I'd like to tell you I'm a little bit proud of it.
And then I'll tell you she is one person I know is threaded so deep into my being that a friend doesn't quite describe who she is to me. She is my memories and my future moments. My sounding board and the girl who now gets me into trouble. We have seen each others heartaches, and helped dust each other off; we have seen each others successes and have shared in each others happiness; but mostly we are a phone call away and a moment to your door (well a four hour drive and then at your door) and if I ever needed her she would come.
And Robbie is the guy who lifts her up and keeps her shining. He is the guy I've been waiting to show up. He is her match and I knew it the first time I saw him. He's also the guy who can drink beer and barbeque meat with my husband making everyone perfectly satisfied with this relationship.