On Saturday my second roomie will be in town introducing her daughter to BYU, and we will get together for lunch. We are going to laugh our heads off and eat wraps and reminisce. She is important to me. And she knew me when.
Next week my third roommate will be in Utah to visit her in-laws for Thanksgiving and we are getting together on Tuesday for lunch (yeah, lots of lunches). She is a Texan now and has a houseful of blond daughters, which of course is foreign to me. But we are from the same hometown in Virginia and have a good connection. And she knew me when.
By "when" I mean the period between living in some bad apartments to each of our wedding days, as we split off from each other one my one. By "when" I mean late late late nights talking. "When" means the day my fiance decided the spark was gone and my roommates later helped me to hold a ceremonial bonfire on the front steps where we incinerated most of the memorabilia I had saved for 5 years.
I love those ladies.