those kinds of friends.
No really. I’ve been meaning to write this post for months now, almost 7 months to be exact. You see, this time I really do deserve a proper “shame on you” finger wagging from myself for this kind of thing. Because when big firsts happen in your life, one should write about them especially if one is already inclined to write about things (which I like to tell myself that I am one of those kinds of people).
This first that I speak of actually happened to a friend of mine. One of my oldest and truest friends of all time. She’s the one I played dress-up with for hours + hours + hours on end as well as all forms and versions of “house”. She’s one of those kinds of friends. One of those for-lifers. (You know the type.)
You better believe we scootered, imagined and make-believed our way right out of childhood, into teenaged trials and tribulation (actually we did manage to have quite a bit of fun along the way) and straight into adulthood as real-life grown ups.
And that brings me to the reason I’m writing today. Because last fall when my sweet and dear old friend had her very first not-make-believe-at-all baby boy, I was among one of the firsts to welcome this little man, in all his fresh and squeezable newness, into this world. Want a little peek at him?
This is my friend.
Her name is Kathryne (and these are the men in her life).
She’s one of those kinds of friends.
One of those for-lifers.