Growing Up Wenzler: Playing with Molly

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Playing with Molly

I really want to write this thoughtful, well-rounded, reflective post, full of nostalgia and old photos juxtaposed with the ones we took yesterday, but I'm exhausted and I feel like if I don't post this, I may just let it go until the next time. So, please excuse my lack of creativity tonight.

I have this friend. Her name is Jillian. I've talked about her some before, but I'm not sure I've described our relationship. Or maybe I have? I'm too lazy to go looking through old posts and confirm this.

Jillian grew up with my little sister and me. Our moms were single moms together. They met while chaperoning a field trip for Jill and Kimi when they were in second grade (this makes me 10 years old or so). We spent a lot of time together as kids. Getting together for dinners, where Aunt Becky was not allowed to use real glasses to drink her wine because she always broke one and taking little family vacations to the beach together, staying in this tiny motel that I have fond memories of.

So, now we're grown up and live 5 minutes from each other. Jillian and her family just moved from a city about 40 minutes away to a house just down the street. A quick car ride and we're hanging out together in our yoga pants.

What I'm trying to boil down to is that Jill and I grew up together and now we're raising our kids together and I think that's a really special thing. (Maybe I'll revisit this post with old photos in the near future).