My freshman year at Wake Forest I took a French class that was required as a part of the foreign language divisional. Despite having had thirteen years of French before showing up at Wake Forest, my skills were clearly lacking since the placement test put me in the “beginner” class. I could never have known that being placed in that class was one of the greatest blessings I’d ever know. I met Wendi through that first class in the fall of our freshman year and thus began a friendship that has now lasted twelve years and is going strong. We have been through A LOT together. She’s seen me through heartbreak and love, through sickness, through broken friendships, spiritual doubt, deepened faith and a whole lot more. We have lived together and traveled together and crafted together and celebrated countless birthdays and occasions. We’ve cooked meals in dozens of our kitchens and taken road trips to the beach and Georgia and beyond. We’ve shared our history and our lives in a way that makes me feel like she’s never not known my heart as well as anyone could. She has held me while I cry, prayed for me when I couldn’t find the words and encouraged me to chase my dreams. Wendi is one of the most selfless people I’ve ever met. She loves and gives and serves others far beyond what is expected from the call of friendship. Wendi is truly the best friend anyone could ever ask for. I’m so thankful she’s mine.
I would never have imagined twelve years ago that a day like today would have happened. Wendi now has a baby girl born just a week apart from Clara. It wasn’t planned like that, but it sure was special to share our pregnancies together and to dream about what it would be like to raise these two sweet babies alongside each other. There were days in the hospital when I thought that dream would not come true. But today, it played out more beautifully than I could ever have imagined. Wendi, Chloe, Clara and I all took a walk together this morning, zig zagging through the streets of Wendi’s neighborhood and talking about life, mothering, how tired midnight feedings make us, and the other idiosyncrasies of being a new parent. After we finished walking, the two of us sat on her couch together and nursed those baby girls side by side. Then all four of us piled in the cars and went out for lunch together. I am so very excited that somehow God has planned for Wendi and me to share this chapter of our lives together too. What a gift.
Today Wendi turned thirty! It’s an important milestone and I’m glad I got a chance to celebrate with her a little. Pushing strollers and nursing babies is a far cry from some of the birthdays we’ve celebrated in the past, but I’m so thankful for life right now and the beautiful picture that it is. Happy Birthday, Wendi! You’re a wonderful mother, a beautiful child of God and an amazing friend. I’m glad you were born.
Here's a photo walk of just some of the good times we've shared (post-digital-camera era.... I didn't dig out and scan the ones on film.)
|Wake Forest Days|
|Students at a football game...|
|Our senior year|
|One of any number of birthday celebrations at Mama Davis'|
|Somebody's birthday at my first apartment post-college|
|Wendi visits camp where Robert and I met to scope him out and see if she approved... (she did)|
|Happy New Year! We've rung in most of the past 12 together|
|A Christmas party, I think...|
|Homecoming as alumns|
|Oregon, Summer 2009|
|Lunch today, with our precious baby girls|