Phreds

This post is a tribute to my dear cousin/sister/friend Michele. At some point during high school we came up with the nickname Phred and it stuck. We are Phreds. What that means exactly:



Practically the same person

Hysterical

Resilliant

Earn more sessions by sleaving

Devoted

Silly



Michele and I grew up together and she is almost 1 year older than me. Our moms are sisters and my mom was too young when she had me and in the begining her mom was doing it all by herself. So, naturally they spent a lot of time together, which meant Michele and I did too. Our moms rock! Thank you to them for being the original Phreds. I love Michele as though she were my twin. We do crazy things like twins do - say the same thing at the same time, pick up the phone to call and before dialing one or the other is already there, buy the same things even tho we are 3,000 miles apart, etc. My childhood memories are filled with giggle fits, secrets, and bad hair all of which we shared.



As adults, we still giggle like madwomen, and cry nearly every time we talk on the phone. The distance between us are only miles, but it sure would be nice to be able to walk next door and have a cup of coffee with my Phred like we always dreamed we would as kids. Sometimes I want to rebel against the inevitable; responsibilities, finances, etc. and drop everything to go see her. Especially now when our problems have changed from boyfriends, Cure concerts and chicken coops to parenting, health and jobs. Even if time passes and we don't have the chance to talk, she is always in my thoughts. I think that is what makes us a great pair, we understand eachother because we think about eachother.



Love you Phred.