This weeks letter is to my best friend Kathy Wheeler.
It has been a long time that I have actually written to you. Like...I can't even remember that far back, but I am sure it must have been when you lived in St Augustine or maybe even when you lived in Arizona. Before the advent of email or 'The Internet' even...lol...ok, not quite that long ago.
We met in preschool and I remember when someone ran my finger over in the playground with some wooden wagon thing when you and I were crawling around on all fours playing Simba. I remember the wood shavings they would spread on the ground so we wouldn't get dirty.
I remember silly little things of our childhood like the time I barfed my breakfast of cereal and milk in kindergarten and all you could say was, 'Cottage Cheese!! It looks like Cottage Cheese!!'.
I remember us going to the beach every Saturday and how we used to roam as far as we could go in one direction and then do the same in the other direction, 'discovering' 'Blood River' at Cape Florida and climbing the lighthouse. I remember our moms taking us to the Key Hole bar afterward where they would have 'giraffe' beers (draft) and you and I would have vanilla ice cream because that was the only flavor they had.
God those were good times.
Probably the source of my many sea glass musings on this blog.
I remember when our moms stopped speaking and we weren't allowed to see each other anymore and we would sneak midnight phone calls and you would read Stephen King books to me until I fell asleep. We never could figure out how to pronounce the northeast slang-ism of 'ayuh'.
|Me and Kat circa 1983|
I remember when we got our first cars and would drive down to the Keys and lament over old and current boyfriends.
I remember taking a 10 day camping trip all along the west coast of Florida and how on the 9th day we finally caved and got the last hotel room in Panama City. We dragged our bikes up 2 flights of stairs and slept for 10 hours until we finally fessed up that we both wanted to go home and so we drove 13 hours straight to get there.
I remember you being my maid of honor at my first wedding...and my second. You looked so beautiful at both.
Now you are raising your two beautiful boys in California and, although I know our life will never be what it once was, it will always be filled we these memories and many many more.
No matter how far apart we are, you will always be on the top of my 'Bestie List'.
PS. Kathy was one of my main inspirations when I started beading.
You can see my jewelry on my Handmade Jewelry Haven Etsy page here.
Next weeks letter will be to my Mom and/or Dad..(this should be good ;)
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