Every Now and Then

I've been pondering this meaningful post for some time now. It was supposed to be for a certain October 23rd occasion, but I'm being harassed to post now. Ok. Here goes.

I remember when you first moved to Corner Brook in grade one. The teacher asked you to read something aloud, and I was so impressed with how well you could read. In my little five-year-old mind, I think I was secretly jealous. I remember your red leather backpack that your uncle made for you. I remember thinking, when I went to your house for the first time, that it was totally cool that your brothers got to share a room. I remember when we did our first Christmas musical, and I wanted to be an elf really badly, so you asked Mr. Graham if I could take your part. I remember when you came camping with me and were too cold to go in the pool. I remember doing the tango at your elementary school birthday parties. I remember when my Elmo and your Cabbage Patch Doll got married. I remember sitting for hours on the swings outside of T and C Irving and making up Brownie Camp songs. I remember being really sad when you got switched to St. Gerard's. I remember looking forward to the stickers and necklaces that we'd exchange at my New Year's Eve parties after you left Humber. When you moved to Grand Falls, I remember dreaming once that you moved back, and waking up in quite a frantic state. And I remember having a big "wowzaaa" moment when you suddenly did move back to Corner Brook in grade eight after I hadn't seen you for two years.

Can you imagine being Ms. Brake, and thinking that two of your little grade one friends would grow up to be best friends and roommates in university?

Words cannot express how happy I am that you're here too. I convinced myself to go to St. John's because you'd be going with me. I plow through school because I know you'll make me laugh when I get home. I got through my first two weeks at music school because you were sulking right beside me. And I'll get through this stupid semester of science with your encouragement too.

I am convinced that part of the reason why we are both here is to see eachother through.

So, Happy Early Birthday, Robyn. I love you. I hope we are friends forever. I hope that, in ten years, we'll be listening to the Spice Girls, exchanging baby pictures, and reliving our weddings. And that is perhaps the most sincere thing that I have said to you thus far.

You'll always be there for me, won't you, Pooh?