Tuesday was Melissa and DeAnna Day.
Nine years ago as we were getting ready to graduate from high school, DeAnna and I were talking on the phone about where life was going to take us next. I think at the time she was fairly content with the city in Nrthern California we lived in and I had a ridiculous case of wanderlust. I was moving to Southern California for college but figured I'd go overseas again soon after that. We decided to designate June 5th as a day where we at the very least talked on the phone and caught up, if not spent the day doing something together.
For the past few years, we've been fortunate enough to manage to be in the same spot and do something fun. Two years ago it was her husband's 30th birthday at the end of the month so I was there to help decorate for the surprise party she threw and hang out with her a little before her baby was born. Last year it was good times in Sacramento again with some mani/pedi action, the movies, and The Cheesecake Factory for some lemon drop martinis. This year though, the states between us finally actually got between us and we just managed to have a lovely phone chat. But that's really the point, that at least that much happens.
I'm so blessed to have her in my life. I remember being friends with her in the fourth grade but we became really close during our senior year of high school. Sometimes we talk a few times a week and know every little thing going on and other times we chat here and there and just keep up with each other by reading our MySpace pages. But she is someone I can count on to be there and it is awesome to me to know she'll be there for the big events in my life.
I had been thinking about this a little lately, and then DeAnna mentioning that it had been nine years kind of sped up the process. My life is very different from what I had imagined it was going to be back when I was seventeen. That isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it is kind of weird.
My mom got married when she was nineteen and I guess I just thought that was the norm. Plus I was going to a school that was nicknamed the bridal college because so many people get married by the time they graduate. I didn't, obviously. I didn't even finish my degree. I never went back overseas but spent a lot of time moving back and forth between Southern and Northern California and now am in Texas of all the random places I could have gone.
I've made some mistakes and there are choices that maybe if I had chosen the other option things would be very different for me now, but I'll really never know. Every time my mind wanders down this road, it's not very long before I realize that all of my choices and mistakes have made me who I am today and have brought me to where I am as well.
I was talking to K about this on Tuesday and he pulled me close to tell me that he's felt the same way but he's so glad that the choices and mistakes and surprises in his life have brought him to this point where he and I are together. That is truly fantastic because it is exactly how I feel too.