this is my first grey t-shirt project post – if you’re not familiar with this new feature here on the blog, click here. given that we haven’t seen each other in almost 8 years, the fact that I can start with leslie seems like beautiful fate. see I don’t really know a life without my her – we have been best friends since we were 4 years old. in 1973, my parents moved our family from baltimore to fayetteville, new york – a small village outside of syracuse. as the movers were loading our furniture into our new house, patty – leslie’s mom who lived 7 houses down the road, saw me playing in the front yard and asked my mom how old I was. it turned out that we were only 10 days apart in age and both of our mother’s were excited for all of the future play date possibilities… we weren’t having it. the more they forced us to spend time together, the more we fought over toys, cried and basically couldn’t stand each other. defeated, our moms decided that it wasn’t meant to be and stopped getting together. maybe it’s the gemini in us or perhaps we knew something that they didn’t, but as soon as they kept us apart all we wanted to do was be together. as we got older, our paths would divert… in high school, I was a hippie who could care less about going to class and spent weekends with my friends playing music in the hills while she was an honor roll fashionista who hung out with college guys at the SU bars – but we always found our way back to each other. the best example of this is colorado… I had been living in boulder for about 3 years when she came to visit. she was living the dream.. working in marketing and publishing in manhattan and to be honest, I was pretty jealous of her life in NYC. but there was something about the mountains that spoke to her and shortly after her visit, she packed up her city apartment and headed west. she lived with me until she found her own place and I loved having her in my day-to-day life again. I had to move back east temporarily to help my mom with my grandmother and was gone for about a year – when I returned to boulder, les was working at a restaurant called the med and had fallen in love with a chef named murf. I started waiting tables at the same place and we saw each other every day, took vacations together and were once again inseparable. right around the same time I moved back to the eastern shore 11 years ago, she and murf had married and moved to annapolis. it was in annapolis that I met their daughters hannah as a toddler and maille who had just been born. their time in annapolis was short lived and soon they headed back to the rockies, making a home in beautiful steamboat springs. last week as we were reunited and gave each other the longest hug ever, it was.. as usual, like no time had passed. we spent the next 2 days, doing what we do… telling each other everything going on in our lives, heads and hearts and it was a true joy getting to know her amazing 2 girls… both so smart, funny and lovely. they seemed fascinated about the story of our friendship and shared history and I realized that it is pretty unique and special. to have someone in your life in your forties who knows all of your ‘firsts’, your secrets, your highs and lows, who has seen you at your worst and loves you anyway and who celebrates your victories with you is such a gift. hannah put it best when she said ‘so you guys are kind of like sisters’ and we are. over the past 4 decades we have fought, loved, laughed and cried together as only family can do. to say I love you seems obvious but it’s so very true. to say I’m grateful for you doesn’t seem like enough. to say that I will see you soon is a delightful truth xoxox