For My Best Friend

Today is Sarah's birthday so I thought I would give a small shout out in the form of a way awesome story to her since all I got her for her birthday was baby stuff. Necessary baby stuff that probably sucks to buy with your own money, but still, baby stuff. I have always looked up to Sarah and always wanted to be just like her. I was the shy tom boy and she was miss fun and popular and always knew/knows the latest fashions. When Nick and I got married we moved into Sarah and Kyle's basement apartment. A lot of people thought this was crazy and doubted that it was a good thing or if it was even going to work. This bothered me because for one it was none of their business and for two, we knew it would work. We always had so much fun together and it was nice that our best friends were only a flight of stairs away. We loved it so much we tried to figure out a way to build a duplex together so we would be neighbors forever. I miss Sarah so much. When we were younger I was her little side-kick partner in crime and I loved it because it meant that I wasn't just a sister, I was a friend. Unfortunately we got in some trouble. When I was in second grade and Sarah was in fourth, we had just built and moved into our new house so this was a new school for me and Sarah. The closest school was Westvale Elementary and it is approximately 2.3 miles away from my parents house. One day after school Sarah decided it would be fun to "miss" the bus and walk home. Did I protest? No. I just said ok and went to swing on the swings until our bus would drive out of site. One boy from our neighborhood came running at us, like I do when it is free hot dog day at RC Willey, he was gasping for air and trying to tell us frantically that the bus was leaving right that second. Sarah was calm and explained to him that we wouldn't be taking the bus today. He turned back to the bus, hopped on it and away it went. I don't think we could believe that it actually worked. So we began our trek home. 2.3 Miles is a long way for little legs. It was getting darker and darker but no matter how dark it would have gotten we still would have been able to spot the speeding bus of a van that was angrily coming for us. My mom had one of those giant Ford vans that could fit up to 50 large humans and boy was it intimidating. As she came to a stop, my mind said all sorts of words a small child shouldn't be thinking. Mother Kat rolled down the window and let us know that we should probably get in the van right. this. second. Did it matter she was yelling at us? No, because we had successfully made it to 90th south and probably would have gotten home in the next 20 minutes. It was worth it to me to be with my big sister and I would walk the 2.3 miles home from school again if I could. Love you Sar. Love, Mandy