This blog is a bit different from most of the blogs I write. It was inspired by a few different things. First of all, Ashleigh has been writing some really interesting blogs lately about her past and I’ve realised that I don’t write about my past or the people in it very often.
Secondly, after returning from our visit home this summer, I’ve realised how fortunate I am to have some truly fantastic people in my life. Some of those people are family and some of them are friends who have become my family over the years. I have been really blessed and I want to acknowledge those people and thank them for being there for me through thick and thin. These are the people that I started writing this blog for in the first place. However, I know that I now have a lot of readers out there who don’t know the faces and stories behind the names. So, over the next little while, I’m going to dedicate some blogs to these special people.
The final thing that inspired this particular blog (which quickly became a series in my head) was a comment by this blog’s subject, Amy. Ame reminded me that this week is our 25th anniversary. She jokingly referred to us as an old married couple and I realised that even a lot of married folk don’t make it to 25 years together.
Amy and I met in kindergarten. I’d love to have some adorable anecdote about sharing our peanut butter sandwiches on the first day, but I don’t actually remember our very first encounter. (If anyone would, it’s Amy. Her memory for minutia is amazing) Amy’s just always been a part of my life.
We were best friends all through school, and spent so much time together we were often mistaken for twins. (I still don’t really understand this because we never did look that much alike but it happened all the time). We lived within walking or biking distance of each other. We were always at each other’s houses and consequently her parents became my second family.
I do remember a brief period in Jr. High School when we stopped talking to each other for a while. I have no idea what our falling out was over. I do however remember Amy calling me up one evening and asking “Do you even remember what we were fighting about.” I was forced to reply that I really had no clue. “Good,” said Ame. “Can we be friends again?” and we were from then on.
In high school, Amy and I often hung out with different friends, but we always still found time for each other. There were many late night sleepover discussions of lost loves, new crushes and who was saying what about whom behind their backs (we were girls after all).
The first time Amy and I weren’t at the same school was university. Although we did both make the move to Halifax. Despite being car-less on opposite sides of the city, we still found time to get together whenever we could.
In fact, Amy has been part of every major event in my life. She was one of the Maids of Honour (you’ll meet the other one soon) in my wedding. We’ve traveled together, laughed together and cried together. In fact, Amy is sort of my twin because I can’t remember life before we were friends and I can’t imagine my life without her in it.
Amy has always been one of my biggest supporters. Particularly, she encouraged my dive into the world of photography. In fact, taking pictures has always been one of the things we did. I have more pictures of me with Amy than anyone else, even Andrew. When we were in Jr. High, we would dress up and pose for each other in cheesy pictures. Wherever we went, at least one of us had a camera and I think we are responsible for documenting more of our school days than anyone else.
About every five years or so (give or take a few years) I get it in my head to compile my favourite pictures of Amy and I and present it to her in some form or other. The last one I remember was a website I made way back in university so I think we’re long overdue. Amy always gets embarrassed and threatens to kick my ass if I show anyone, but as you’ll see from the photos, even at our cheesiest, Amy always looks great. Sadly, I don’t have any super old photos of us here in Belgium, as they are all safely stored at my parents’ house. (But let me assure you we were adorable…) So the photos you are about to see start in Jr. High.
So my twin, here’s to 25 years… I’ll see you in that nursing home rocking chair when we’re 105. Love you babe! xx