It’s raining. The boys are getting restless, and suddenly they’re hopping on my bed.
“Mommy, come play,” shouts my four year old, Matthew.
“What are you looking at?” his older brother Michael asks curiously.
“I was looking at pictures of you munchkins as babies!” I tickle them as they giggle and squeal.
“Mommy, can you show us you as a little girl?” Michael asks.
I get an old album and start from the beginning. “Look at Grandma!” I say.
“She looks different,” Matthew tilts his head.
“Well, this was long ago.” I pat him on the head. “That’s me inside Grandma’s belly.” They get a kick out of that. As they start to question how I got out, I turn the page. “And here’s Mommy as a little baby.”
“Aww,” they say in unison.
We flip through several pages.
“Who’s this?” Michael points to one of two girls having a tea party inside a large cardboard box. “Is that Aunt Rebecca?”
My mood instantly changes, but I hide it from them. “No. Aunt Rebecca and I only met right before you were born.” I poke him on the nose. “That was my best friend, Lucy. We lived next door to each other. Our birthdays were only five days apart, so we grew up together. Two peas in a pod – that’s what Grandma used to say about us. We were inseparable for many years.”
“Do you think Daddy could build us a fort using a big box?” Matthew asks.
“Let’s go ask!” Michael bursts out with excitement.
They hadn’t heard a word I’d said, but that’s okay. They wouldn’t understand. They wouldn’t get the concept of people changing as they get older. They wouldn’t comprehend why Lucy suddenly decided our junior year that she didn’t want to be my friend anymore because she’d found a new group to hang out with. I still don’t understand her decision myself.
“Honey, Rebecca’s on the phone.” Will hands it to me.
I smile, thanking God every day for bringing Rebecca into my life. She gets me, we have so much fun together, and best of all we both truly want what’s best for each other.
“My gosh! Make me wait, why don’t you. I almost hung up on you.” Her sarcastic tone instantly lifts my spirits.
“Almost? Here, let me have you wait some more to see if you have the guts,” I say in my authoritative tone, just as I hear a click.
I hang up, laughing hysterically, as the phone rings again. I know it’s her.
As we talk I continue to look at pictures of Lucy and me. They bring tears to my eyes. I loved her like a sister. I silently pray that she’s happy and enjoying her life. There was a purpose for her being a big part of my life. Although I still don’t know the purpose, perhaps one day I will. I shut the album and continue planning a fun filled evening with Rebecca.