As I was growing up, I always had a best friend, a girl who I’d play with in the early years, shop with in the later ones, and a little of both in those middle school years. It wasn't the same girl through the years, but there was always one at any given time who had that special place in my life.
Elizabeth was a special best friend I met in my high school art class in my senior year. (It was reading her blog that I’ve mentioned before, Chandelierious, that first gave me the thought to try doing one myself.) Elizabeth was a freshman, but that didn’t deter us from discovering we were two peas in a pod: music lovers and fashionistas with everything but age in common. Her maiden name is West, and mine Westfall, so I’m guessing we were placed next to each other in that class for alphabetizing reasons. However it began, we hit it off immediately and we were inseparable for my whole senior year. I have nothing but great memories of time spent with this lovely girl, and was thankful to reconnect with her through Facebook recently. But twenty years have passed, and we no longer sit in her basement rec room singing favorite selections from musicals or talking about the fabulous deals we got on our new shoes.
|My high school graduation,|
my best friend by my side