Her name is Rosie.
We first met when we were five on our way to school on the first day of Kindergarten. She was walking to school with her brother and cousins while I was walking to school with my Mom. We glanced in each others direction but neither one of us spoke to the other. We had the same thoughts going through our minds though.
We both knew we wanted to be friends.
Somewhere in the first week of Kindergarten, Rosie got up the courage to ask me over for a play-date. In those days, we didn’t have play-dates. We just went to each others houses whenever we wanted. I jumped at the chance for a friend and said yes. Who knew that that first play-date would be the start of a friendship that would last 36 years.
Rosie and I instantly bonded. Having the same cultural background in common, we each found comfort in knowing that the other understood what it was like growing up with Italian parents. Eventually, even our parents became friends with each other.
We had the best of times in our elementary school years along with other friends Kate, Christine, Lawrence, Justin, Darin and so many others. I had to ruin everything by moving away in the fourth grade. Leaving Rosie and my friends was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life up until that point. I thought I would never see any of them ever again. Rosie and I vowed never to lose contact with each other. We promised to write letters and we did. We occasionally called each other over the phone. We tried our best.
For a few years, we lost contact. Luckily, our parents visited each other once a year and we connected again during those visits. Upon entering high school, we began what became a telephone friendship. We saw each other on birthdays and special occasions but it wasn’t until we graduated high school that we re-connected on a more deeper level. Once we had driver’s licenses and vehicles our friendship flourished.
Rosie and I were the closest during my university years. Good times were spent shopping, going to movies, attending Pub Nights and Crawls up at the university, frequenting our favourite night clubs and occasional weekend get-aways with the girlfriends. Our twenties were the best years of our lives.
As Moms now, we cherish those memories and laugh about some of them.
36 years have passed since that first week of Kindergarten and Rosie has been in my life ever since. We have been there for each other through the fun, the challenges and the tragedies.
I am forever grateful for having Rosie in my life.
♥ I love her with all my heart. ♥
Best Friends Forever.
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