Had dinner with my friend, Nicole, last night at The Beacon. Nicole is my best friend from high school. We have actually known each other since we were 3 years old and began attending Sunday School together. Our friendship became very close when another friend of ours, Janelle, was killed when we were in first grade. Janelle and I were very close because she lived right across the road from me and we spent every single day together. When Janelle died, Nicole told me not to worry because she would still be my friend. I don't know if she remembers that or not, but I remember it clearly. We were standing on the playground, near the merry-go-round. I think it was kind of drizzly outside. Ever since then, through many ups and downs, we have been best friends. In high school it was always "Mollie and Nicole". And now, my God, we're grown up! After all our searches for the perfect men, I think we both may have found them. We had some fun back in the "searchin" days, though - don't get me started! So now, although we live very close, we rarely have a chance to get together and I'm thankful for last night. It seems we always have something to talk about, whether it be something new that's come up, or something from our past. There are some things from my past that I just never get tired of talking about and Nicole is probably the only person who understands that. We seem to have the same core, although we express ourselves very differently (this is something Nicole pointed out last night). She's watched me do so many stupid, stupid things; she's always been there for me and never, ever judged me. God bless her! absorb, absorb, absorb.

ps: Happy Birthday, Nic!