Of Friends and Freckles

Meet Amy. I love this girl. She and I have an unexplainable and deep connection. Who knows? Maybe it's the freckles.

I met Amy my freshman year at BYU when my former boyfriend from home brought her to my apartment to meet me. Odd, right?! Even though I was quite sure (and still believe) that the introduction's message was "Look, I found a taller, cuter, nicer redhead than you," I couldn't help but like her. Amy was funny, a little sarcastic and real. I ran into Amy a few times on campus over the next few BYU years and she was always smiling and friendly. When that boyfriend and other guys our age began returning from having served LDS missions, I was elated to hear that Amy was engaged to a different friend from my hometown!

Fast forward 23 years and see the above picture. This was taken outside of a wonderful Provo restaurant, La Dolce Vita, in July after Amy and I shared lunch. We have never lived in the same place and though most of our communication over the years has been via email, we talk and behave like close, close friends...almost like sisters, I dare say. Our lives, likes and abilities, fears and insecurities converge in strange coincidental and unexpected ways. For example, we both had caboose babies at our husbands' suggestions, gave the boys the same middle names, and cannot imagine our lives without our little guys, Alec Scott and Jacob Scott! Crazy huh?

I am grateful for Amy in my life. She "gets" me like a lot of people don't and it's a lovely blessing have a safe, soft place to be myself...and it's not just the freckles talking.