On a beautiful September day in 2001 our high school science teacher took us outside to do a field experiment on the wind. I sat down in the grass soaking up the last of the late summer sun, right next to Jamie Abraham. I told her I liked her toe nail polish. I think she complimented my hair. And that was the beginning. We quickly became best friends. We spent most of our senior year together. We went to Clarion together, and moved into a dorm room together. She was the first person to meet Fred, and watched our relationship unfold.
April 2009. My first trip to Boston.
At the pool this summer
I laugh more with Jamie than with anyone else
Fred flew her in for my 26th birthday
We sang and danced to my favorite song. Bare feet. In the grass.
Some of my very best memories ever are times with Jamie. Aside from Fred, she is the person I am closest to. When I'm upset, she's my first call. When I'm happy about something, she's the first person I tell. She lives in Boston now, but it doesn't keep us apart. We have several lunch phone chats a week. Every time I see her, it feels like it's been only a week since we saw each other last...even though usually it's been several months. She is the best friend a person could have. And I'm so honored she chose me to be hers.
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