Rosie Simmons was my first best friend, though it wouldn't surprise me if I wasn't hers. I don't remember meeting her, which is pretty great because it means I don't remember a life without Rosie.

Rosie and I were something else. First, she was a full foot taller than me. Each time I watch the tiniest girl in my 5th grade class at NPA walking alongside one of the tallest, I think of me and Rosie. While we were vastly different in height, it was our quirky personalities that seemed to match so well.
Many of my recesses were spent in a far corner of the field with Rosie, making what I think we called "potpourri pockets." Or maybe "pouches." I can't quite recall. This consisted of two large leaves from the corner tree, gentle stitched together with fresh pine needles. We would then stuff these pouches/pockets full of natural bits of whatever. Grass. Other leaves. Stuff that, according to us, smelled good. There was probably a hundred kids on the playground. And two best friends, sitting under a tree, sewing with pine needles.
It wasn't always so nice, though. Fourth grade brought the Epic Jinx Battle of 1991. I remember it like it was yesterday.

One particular recess, Rosie and I were playing bar tag with some friends when we said the exact same thing at the same time. "Jinx!" we both shouted. And then came the battle.
"I said it first..."
"No, I said it first..."
While the details are hazy, I do remember this argument lasting days, and at one point I took off my BFF necklace and gave it back to her. I remember the argument continuing on into the classroom, and our teacher, Mr. Gagnier, sending us back outside to hash it out. I remember tears. And finally, reconciliation. It was literally the biggest fight I have ever had with a friend. This I think of each time a student at school says, "Jinx."

If I thought hard enough, I would likely discover that Rosie has been a part of 75% of my life. So when I got to go to her recent baby shower, I wasn't surprised to see people I knew from elementary, from theater, and from high school. As Rosie put it, "I don't really have family, so I keep up with my friendships."
As she patiently awaits the birth of her baby boy, she is preparing to have a huge impact on a new little life. But what she may not realize is what an impact she has already had on mine.
1 comments:
Andrea, this seriously is so sweet and just made me so happy! Thank you for taking the time and being so thoughtful as to write this :) I love!
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