Best Friends and Birthdays

Sometimes I wish I had learned to be a photographer. Or that at least I remembered to take pictures of important things and events, like my best friend on her birthday. Today is a post all about her!

She is amazing for several billions of reasons. We've known each other since 9th grade home economics. I remember we were at the same sewing table. She was infinitely better at sewing than I ever was. Oh that crafty jean...it's said to skip a generation. Or maybe it's just because I really could care less about crafts, what with me being so cerebral and all. Ha! That's funny.

But where was I? Oh, so my bestie and I, we met in the 9th grade, as I recall. But we weren't besties then. We didn't start to really hang out until we were sophomores. And only then when I realized that the girls I was hanging with were trouble. I still love those girls, let me tell you, but they were getting into a lot of trouble, and what is a goody-goody two shoes (what does that mean, by the way, goody-goody two shoes, anyway?) like me to do when that happens. I mean I had not even kissed a boy! No, not even one. So I became friends with Candace, and once that happened, boy I was one lucky girl, because suddenly I was surrounded by these super awesome and really good people to hang with on the weekends.

And Dawn, that talented home economics genius was amongst them. Now I tell you, she was a genius at many things...things like English objective and subjective tenses. Things like le francais. Oui oui, madame! Things like being a super good friend. That Dawn, she was just destined to be my best friend.

We even share some common ancestry. My great-great-great? grandfather is her great-great-great? grandfather. One Mr. Milo Andrus, who, it turns out, had twelve wives. What can I say? Polygamy runs strong through the Andrus side. So she's an Andrus, and my mom is an Andrus. And so we are extremely distantly far far away related through Milo. Although we came through different wives. And isn't that a strange thing to say? But sometimes I think that indeed our common ancestors were plotting and planning how we would become besties.

And so when you've known a girl for over two decades...and let's not get too excited about two decades, okay...you really know her. We were roomies freshman year at the BY. And then we were roomies at The Clave and Ye Olde Mille. Oh those good old Provo days when we hung out with Brig and Nate and Allie in the tree streets. Those were good times.

As were the times we spent together in high school French...where boys would flirt with her nonstop and Madame Nelson would get mad on a daily basis about the constant chattering. So much so, and I don't think I ever confessed this to Dawn, I asked to be moved so I wouldn't be in trouble any more. What? I told you I was a goody-goody two shoes! I was serious.

So today is Miss Dawn's birthday, and a HAPPY BIRTHDAY to her! Indeed...thanks for being such a perfect and awesome and wonderful bestie! I love you, Dawn-O!