To my first and best friend... I am sorry I got you in trouble the day I was born, It probably prepared you well for the next 18 years. Thank you for deciding to be my friend post-high school, Times with you have always been my favorite. I remember the chicken caesar salad I ate at an irish pub when I visited your freshman year, I felt so special to be included with the college kids. I remember eating freezie pops on your couch and watching about Michael Jackson's death, and that you were significantly less upset when you found it it was Jackson, not Jordan. I remember that lazy Sunday morning we spent playing Rummy, because we missed the bus for church and we had sunburnt shoulders from the beach I remember tacos in the 2-story apartment that held many roommates over the year, you introduced me to chipotle tabasco and it changed my life. I remember the summer that you lived with mom and painted your nails a different color every week, (the same summer you fell asleep with a highlighter in bed and stained my sheets yellow). I remember the pristine first apartment in Rockford, and the beautiful sprawling park we hiked in,
you would always take the floor whenever we came to visit. I remember our 30-something-hour drive to Glacier, because who could forget a thing like that. Driving away from a tornado siren, sleeping in parking lots, the plains of the dakotas, listening to Harry Potter, and eating a small child's weight in cheddar popcorn. I remember sleeping next to you in a tent and when I kicked you when you were sleeping, it took you about a year to come out of your sleeping bag you were burrowed so deeply. (Where was I?!) I remember the precarious hike across the waterfall, eating granola bars next to a glacier, and listening to 70-somethings gossip like they were 13. I remember your beautiful upper apartment, where you live now, a screened porch, sunny living room, and the pan that you kept on the wall when I hung it there as a joke. All of these visits, I have cherished deeply. Because of you, I now love the city of Milwaukee, because I remember our walks and our dinners and our late night conversations. Because of you, I have a deepened sense of adventure, as well as a love for the mountains and all bodies of water. Because of you, I have learned how to be a good hostess, I have learned to be selfless, and I have laughed like I have never laughed before. I have learned to apologize and learned to forgive. You are my first friend, and you are my dearest friend. I love you, Rachel. Happy Birthday.
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Rachel
4/7/2016 06:40:49 pm
(No, it's cool, there's just something in my eye. Both eyes. Shut up.)
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