Journal: The Bestest of Friends
I don't remember when we became friends. Sometime in middle school. I felt like we had known each other forever, anyway, so that milestone never really stuck out to me.
We've created tons of memories together since our awkward phase (let's be honest: has that really ever ended?). We commiserated together throughout high school, we learned how to have boyfriends and then, later, how to leave boyfriends, and no matter who else was in or out of the group of friends, we always stayed close. We snowboarded in a -3 degree blizzard at Winter Park, and ended that day playing margarita-pong... I don't like beer... (The following day consisted of moving all the way from the bed to the couch, and watching a full-day marathon of Arrested Development.) We met Australians and a French man on nights out on the town, enjoying their accent-filled stories and staying out way too late.
There are two memories that stick with me far longer than the rest. They are not just memories; they are warm fuzzies that I feel deep down in my soul whenever I think about them:
My first concert at Red Rocks was a Mumford & Sons show. Hands down, the best, most moving concert I have ever been to. Ever. And as clouds parted to show a a full moon rising above the amphitheater, the lyrics rang out above us all: "But you are not alone in this.... But I can't move the mountains for you." I remember feeling fulfilled, content and so full of gratitude for sharing this moment with her that, were I a cartoon, I might explode into a million pieces.
On a much more quiet night, sometime back during high school, St. Louis was witnessing a seemingly-rare winter storm. We lived near one another and walked down the middle of our streets together. We walked slowly, not speaking, and listened to the muffled cars in the distance. Our streets were untouched by cars - fresh snow covered everything. All we could really hear was the soft crunch under our feet and the light pat-pat of snowflakes hitting leaves on their way to the ground. The silence of that night was breathtaking.
Special thanks to Haley at Carnefix Photography for images associated with this post! (She rocks!)
What are your favorite moments? What makes your heart skip a beat or your chest feel warm and fuzzy? What takes your mind to another place - what do you daydream about?
Moments + Memories. For Life.