
Here's the explanation. Katie was my best friend from 6th-8th grade. Her father re-married and she moved away before freshman year. We were both heart-broken. There had never been two better girlfriends. As high school went on, we lost touch of each other and more than 10 years later, met up again on facebook. To our surprise, we were practically neighbors. Well, she lives in Portland. Anyway she is a photographer, a designer-fabric lover, and most importantly- she is still the sweet, fun, and mellow yin to my yang. After hanging out for the last few months, we feel as if we never lost touch. And I think we are each thanking our creator for that tender mercy.
This post is really about this though: Katie found an old yearbook from eighth grade and we could hardly believe what Brad had written in it. (pink pen, left margin, click to make it bigger)
If you still can't read it for yourself, this is what it says.
"Thanks for trying with Rendy but I guess when you're a loser like me you can't get the good one like Rendy."
So as I count my blessings tonight, I'll remember a friendship that will span across decades, and a spouse who has always considered me to be a catch. I love you both!