|Posted on June 14, 2013 at 9:10 AM|
I have been blessed to have the same best friends since childhood. They are my rock of support. They are my loudest cheerleaders. We have celebrated every significant achievement since Junior High. They definitely know where all of my skeletons are hidden. Our personalities and life’s course have been vastly different. But our history, our sisterhood, our long-term love and respect for one another has endured the test of time. I love them with all of my heart, and I feel blessed everyday with the certainty that our friendship will last a lifetime.
Antwain and I were able to spend a couple of days with them at the lake. It was a special time where we had fun in the sun, as well as plenty of time to gab and catch up on each other’s life events. I am not sure that our mouths stopped moving. We laughed. We ate. We drank. We celebrated our time together.
I am not a water person. As a child I enjoyed lakes, rivers, and oceans, but over the years and the influences of movies with man-eating snakes, killer sharks, toe-chomping fish have caused me to seriously dislike the mere thought of any body part invisible under water. Antwain and my besties thought it humorous to trick me into a tube ride. While I will admit some fun, I will acknowledge more tight-gripped horrors of falling into the chilly, murky lake waters. Luckily, I did hold on (for dear life). My scream also probably scared away any fish within a mile radius. I survived with pictures to prove it.
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