i just wrote my friend groshy an email. her name is sarah grosh, but i call her groshy because i love nicknames and we have two sarah's in our beloved group of girlfriends so really that just makes it easier to differentiate. there are ... let me count ... eight of us. eight of us who were best friends in high school and still remain the best of friends.
oh my goodness, i love these girls so much i could cry just thinking about all that we have been through together and how much we've grown up.
we all met in high school, but i don't think that any one of us likes to remember our high school self. (am i right girls?) i think it's safe to say that we were all unique-in-our-own-way wallflowers who stuck together and had fun together, but otherwise took high school way too seriously. none of us even dated anyone in high school, which is hilarious now that we've outgrown our awkwardness (maybe? ha!) and we're all head turners. put us all together and LOOK OUT. there is never a dull moment, which is of course what makes our time together so much fun.
it's like somehow God put us all together. i can't think of another explanation. you don't wind up with friends like these via luck. we have the perfect amount of similarities and differences to balance each other out. the differences are what make me say it had to be the Lord that drew us all to each other. the similarities are what make it so easy to stay connected - especially our shared faith in Jesus.
and with eight girls there is always someone who has advice for whatever you need to talk about. and there is someone to relate to every different boy scenario you get yourself into. God knows we've spent a LOT of time talking about boys, oh the joys. and the disasters, embarassments, mysteries, theories, heartbreaks, first kisses, and on and on - probably our number one topic of conversation?
there is always someone to go shopping with too. just do NOT go shopping with the sarahs - they share a name and a hatred for shopping. sura bura wright so much so that she has been known to get something called "shopping back" in which her back begins to ache to the point that the shopping trip must be ended immediately. becky is my personal favorite shopping buddy, although i'm probably not hers since the time i knocked down an ENTIRE shoe display (domino effect when i put back a boot i was looking at) and left her in the store while i walked out laughing.
there is always someone to fill in the gaps of our memories together. groshy has an incredible memory and i love it. i laugh until i cry almost every time i hang out with my girls. i love when it gets so bad that groshy starts telling me to "breathe, chels!" it can be anything from an absurd story that alecia or meagan is telling, or something crazy jeannette does when we go out, or remembering nights brianna and i slept with tennis racquets for weapons. it can be looking at becky or groshy and knowing we're thinking the same thing and losing it, or it can be looking at sura bura and both losing it for a ton of reasons or no reasons at all.
meagan gets married this june and i don't even know how i could choose a story to tell at her reception. partially because there are so many inside jokes and memories that would really only be funny to those of us who were there, and also because there is such a long list of memories that once i'd start i probably wouldn't be able to stop. i copped out of telling stories at alecia's wedding last summer for the same reasons.
i love that when alecia, becky, brianna, groshy, jeannette, meagan, sarah and i say "the girls" we all mean each other. i love you girls so much!
and groshy, i vented to you in my email as usual - you've always been a great great listener with a huge sensitive heart, thank you - but afterward i realized what a bum i sounded like. you're in haiti serving people. you're living in a totally different world. you're completely roughing it. you're doing it all for free.
i remember when i lived in nepal and felt so disconnected from america, with almost no desire to go back and have any part in "the rat race." so disgusted by the things people considered problems, so annoyed by the way people at home were squandering their time on things i considered to be of little to no value. after my time in YWAM i naively thought i'd never get caught up in materialism or selfishness again, but here i am taking this easy american life for granted, creating problems out of a life of extreme blessing when i have it so good.
groshy, you are so brave and i am so proud of you. thanks for reminding me of what really matters, even just through your presence in such a dark place. i am praying for you today and missing you always!
oh my goodness, i love these girls so much i could cry just thinking about all that we have been through together and how much we've grown up.
we all met in high school, but i don't think that any one of us likes to remember our high school self. (am i right girls?) i think it's safe to say that we were all unique-in-our-own-way wallflowers who stuck together and had fun together, but otherwise took high school way too seriously. none of us even dated anyone in high school, which is hilarious now that we've outgrown our awkwardness (maybe? ha!) and we're all head turners. put us all together and LOOK OUT. there is never a dull moment, which is of course what makes our time together so much fun.
it's like somehow God put us all together. i can't think of another explanation. you don't wind up with friends like these via luck. we have the perfect amount of similarities and differences to balance each other out. the differences are what make me say it had to be the Lord that drew us all to each other. the similarities are what make it so easy to stay connected - especially our shared faith in Jesus.
and with eight girls there is always someone who has advice for whatever you need to talk about. and there is someone to relate to every different boy scenario you get yourself into. God knows we've spent a LOT of time talking about boys, oh the joys. and the disasters, embarassments, mysteries, theories, heartbreaks, first kisses, and on and on - probably our number one topic of conversation?
there is always someone to go shopping with too. just do NOT go shopping with the sarahs - they share a name and a hatred for shopping. sura bura wright so much so that she has been known to get something called "shopping back" in which her back begins to ache to the point that the shopping trip must be ended immediately. becky is my personal favorite shopping buddy, although i'm probably not hers since the time i knocked down an ENTIRE shoe display (domino effect when i put back a boot i was looking at) and left her in the store while i walked out laughing.
there is always someone to fill in the gaps of our memories together. groshy has an incredible memory and i love it. i laugh until i cry almost every time i hang out with my girls. i love when it gets so bad that groshy starts telling me to "breathe, chels!" it can be anything from an absurd story that alecia or meagan is telling, or something crazy jeannette does when we go out, or remembering nights brianna and i slept with tennis racquets for weapons. it can be looking at becky or groshy and knowing we're thinking the same thing and losing it, or it can be looking at sura bura and both losing it for a ton of reasons or no reasons at all.
meagan gets married this june and i don't even know how i could choose a story to tell at her reception. partially because there are so many inside jokes and memories that would really only be funny to those of us who were there, and also because there is such a long list of memories that once i'd start i probably wouldn't be able to stop. i copped out of telling stories at alecia's wedding last summer for the same reasons.
i love that when alecia, becky, brianna, groshy, jeannette, meagan, sarah and i say "the girls" we all mean each other. i love you girls so much!
and groshy, i vented to you in my email as usual - you've always been a great great listener with a huge sensitive heart, thank you - but afterward i realized what a bum i sounded like. you're in haiti serving people. you're living in a totally different world. you're completely roughing it. you're doing it all for free.
i remember when i lived in nepal and felt so disconnected from america, with almost no desire to go back and have any part in "the rat race." so disgusted by the things people considered problems, so annoyed by the way people at home were squandering their time on things i considered to be of little to no value. after my time in YWAM i naively thought i'd never get caught up in materialism or selfishness again, but here i am taking this easy american life for granted, creating problems out of a life of extreme blessing when i have it so good.
groshy, you are so brave and i am so proud of you. thanks for reminding me of what really matters, even just through your presence in such a dark place. i am praying for you today and missing you always!
aw, this is a classic from the outer banks after graduation.
the high school version ...
the last summer version: order mixed up but still a groshy-chelcats sandwich.
sadly we didn't get a picture together at alecia's wedding - brianna was in haiti and jeannette was at the wedding but probably off with her boy when we finally snagged the bride for a picture. fingers crossed we'll get a great shot of the eight of us together at megs this summer.
"friendship isn't a big thing - it's a million little things." [unknown]
"the most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart." [elisabeth foley]
2 comments:
LOVE. That is all I can say. Love this. Love you. Love the girls.
it's almost like we're a team or something:-)
I'M BAAACK!
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