This is a photo of (L-R) me, my friend Angie, Angie’s mom and my mom; who are also longtime besties.
Ange and I first met when we were tiny tots. We lived a couple of streets apart on a lovely lakeside estate.
My mom met Angie’s mom at the school gates and took me to play at Angie’s house one sunny day when we were 5 or 6y/o. My mom was keen for me, as a bit of a tomboy, to make more female friends.
Inexplicably, I chose to wear a frilly pink dress, leg warmers and red wellies for the occasion and we bonded immediately and effortlessly, probably over my incredible fashion sense.
For a long time growing up, Angie and I were inseparable and had so much fun.
We had sleepovers more often than we slept apart. I had a bunk bed so we could have spread out but we always chose to cram in top ‘n tail style with both quilts on the top bunk.
We’d read Roald Dahl to each other. Whispering and giggling with our torches under the sheets. Secretly setting alarm clocks so we could wake back up, if we dozed off, and creep downstairs for midnight feasts that consisted solely of raspberry hippo-pota-mousses.
We finished each other’s sentences and wore matching clothes. We got the same haircuts and wore awful clip on dangly earrings because we weren’t allowed to get our ears pierced.
We went through so much together. We switched schools; moved houses; started periods; fell in love; got first boyfriends; got cheated on; got our hearts broken; got drunk; got first jobs and got older.
We grew up. We grew apart. We fell out. We made up.
We’ve lived miles away from each other for many years now but whenever we meet up again it feels a bit magical. I feel like being near her sparks the parts of my heart that were touched while we were growing up together. I get giddy and giggly and just want to pet her like she’s a puppy. Which probably annoys her because she’s a grown woman and a mother of two. I can’t help it though. I just adore her and her face and her ways and all the ridiculous memories we made when we were busy being little.
She was my best friend. She was my sister. She was my family. She still is my family. She always will be.
TLA 4EVA IDST.💘