15 + years ago I was running from table to table, refilling drinks, getting extra sides of butter, ranch, and stealing puffs off of a strangers cigarette whilst serving at Perkins. Little did I know, that the refills of cherry coke, extra ranch dressing, and the owner of that cigarette would still be in my life as of today.
She has been there for all of the big moments, small moments, and the moments in between. She has seen me struggle, made me laugh, and opened my eyes to many things that I never would have thought of doing, becoming, or conquering.
Over the past few years, we have drifted apart, not by choice, but by lives. My daughter started grade school and I started working full-time plus a part time gig. Who would've thought raising a school aged child and working would be so intense? But when either of us would get the chance, we'd call, catch up, and it truly has always been as though that no time has past.
People watching, oogling over guys, helping with family, cabin trips, cribbage, Friends, Eddie Murphy, Twins games, two items, "let me stir it for you", my pregnancy, teaching Ella how to crawl, painting Papa's living room, Twilight, Wrong Turn.... the list goes on.
Now I'm home, sitting here, thinking about her and her pain she's enduring, hoping her procedure goes smoothly and the doc has clean fingernails and a steady hand, and that she has a fast recovery, but our list does need to go on.
She's kind of always been my rock and Ella's kick ass "aunt". I mean, who pulled out your kids first tooth? She did and it bonded her and Ella even more.
I guess what I'm really trying to say is that without that gal sitting at table either 95, 94, or 90 during my Perkins days, I would have never been as blessed as I am now - experienced as much as I have, or have been pushed as hard as I have.
Thank you Allie... :) I love you.
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