In my last post, I described a situation familiar to most parents of young children: a seemingly ordinary drive when my two-year-old began to totally freak out. She seemed to go from 0 to 60 mph in about 5 seconds flat and none of us […]
We were “bosom buddies.” She and I attended church together and school as well. My mother tells stories of how we met in the crib in the nursery at church. Every special childhood memory of mine has her somewhere involved in it. We were the kind of friends that completed each other’s thoughts and stuck together, right, wrong, or indifferent. Together, we attended summer camps, Awana programs, family vacations, and tried to convince complete strangers that we were actually twins, in spite of our obvious dissimilarities. We accepted each other completely, and faithfully defended one another in adversity.
But there was one fight. A BIG one.