When I was twelve years old there was this girl that I went to school with that seemed so cool. One day she showed up at my house because her little sister was taking violin lessons from my dad. I mustered up the courage and walked right up to her and complimented her hot pink and green pajama pants. Flash forward eight years and Rebekah still remains my dearest friend. Over the years we've changed tremendously but at the end of the day she is always my right hand man. We can go months without talking to each other but can pick right back up where we left off, like no time has passed at all. We know each others fears, dreams, and what really makes us get out of bed in the morning. From holding my hand as I sobbed on my bedroom floor to choreographing dance routines to Pop Goes My Heart, Rebekah has always ben there for me. Growing up with her was awesome. Every moment was an adventure, and we were smart enough to journal most of it. When we were in the seventh grade Beck and I had opposite class schedules so we never saw each other, but that didn't stop us. We started a secret journal (pictured above in hot pink and black duct tape) just for the two of us that we would pass to one another between classes. Every person we knew had a code name just in case someone were to ever read the book, even we had code names. I was Tyler and she was Gina so we titled the book, Confessions of Tyler and Gina. Don't ask me how we landed on those names because neither of us truly remembers. I will say, the name Gina still remains a term of endearment. The journal contains a look into some of the most awkward years of our lives. It includes pictures, actual quotes, and many entertaining stories. It is truly a treasure.
I am sad but excited to announce that my dear friend is moving to California for the semester. So on the eve of her departure we felt it was only necessary to break out the ole book and give it a good read through (along with our go to snacks peach rings and salt and vinegar chips. Many nights were spent eating these snacks and watching Pride and Prejudice). Within the pages lies two truly emotional teenage girls (I was a J.Crew Soul trapped in a Pac Sun body) and it is hard to read without cringing sometimes. But it is so special to read how our friendship blossomed. We became the women we are today through those words. Every naive mistake, heartbreak, excitement, inside joke, big event is cataloged into these pages. I wouldn't have wanted to grow up with anyone but her and I thank God for our friendship. This is going to be an amazing adventure for her. Although I am sad that my friend will not be a quick drive away, I am so excited to see how this new experience impacts her life.