This is a story of how one became two.
It all started at a restaurant called Su Casa in Midvale where I used to dip my tortilla chips in my water because the salsa was too hot for my little mouth.
Enter my best friend Marni, who did the exact same thing. Seriously. I know, I know, you're thinking that we must have taught eachother, because how could two little girls come up with that exact same thing? Who dips chips in water anyway?...especially at only one restaurant...the SAME restaurant. It's not even a big chain-type place.
Well, my thoughts exactly. How indeed.
But, it was what it was. That's why we're convinced that we used to be the same person. They claim we were born just a mere month apart, but it simply can't be. We were the same.
Then came dance class when we were about 4. This is when we became seperate people and, unbeknownst to us, a beautiful friendship began. To be honest though, I have absolutely no recollection of her from dance class, although I do remember being friends with a girl who had an odd name--one I'd never heard before. She remembers a girl who used to stare at herself in the mirror during class instead of dancing. (Yup, don't even worry, that was me.) But, alas, our dance teacher had a baby, she stopped teaching, and we all went out seperate ways.
In seventh grade we were re-united. With a lot of my best friends I recall a few key moments where we became friends, but with Marni it was different. I don't really remember how it happened...it just did. I know that we had common friends, we had classes together, and there was only one locker between ours. I do recall a certain day in English class that we were paired together to interview each other or something and she told me about her turtle. I remember thinking that she was hilarious. Maybe that's where our friendship was re-sparked. All I know is that it definatley happened, and we've been friends ever since.
In eighth grade (I think) I had to do a report or a spotlight or something on myself. I brought with me a picture to school of me from when I was about four......
Yup, you guessed it, a group picture from my dance class. Marni saw me in the hall when I had it and said, "Hey! How did you get my picture?!" or something like that. I'm sure I said something like, "What? This is my picture" back to her. We both looked at it, and in an instant we realized what happened. We had been in the same dance class. In that moment we knew that we were friends for a reason, that the fates had brought us together.
I am not entirely sure, but I think that the true greatness of our friendship started sophomore year when we were intant messaging each other one night. I was trying to find my niche in high school and I knew Marni was usually game for random things, so I asked if she wanted to try doing lacrosse with me. I expected her to say yes, but she said "No, let's do water polo instead." I was a bit taken a back by this, but I agreed. That summer, to get us in shape for water polo, we swam and we ran cross country (along with Vienna). I am pretty sure that was the greatest summer of my life. Marni, Vienna, and me. It was blissful and it was perfect. Working out, Disney songs, Jamba, Cold Stone, and really good food.
That summer Marni taught me one of the most meaningful things I've ever learned. She taught me endurance. She is one of the most determined people I know, and it rubbed off on me. She gave me such strength, such power. During swimming and cross country she really pushed me and I reached heights I never would have thought possible.
But then, junior year came and Marni left me to be a foreign exchange student in Italy. I cried when she left and smiled like a giddy school girl who just talked to her crush when she called me. I attribute her being gone to the fact that junior year was my very least favorite year of high school.
Senior year was our year. There were some really hard times about it, but we were inseperable. We worked at the Desert Star together (I was her ride, so naturally we had to work the same shifts most of the time), we swam together, we played water polo together, we rode to school together, she was there the first time I saw/touched the ocean, we went to Lake Powell together, we took our first road trip without parent together (to the far off land of Logan, UT)...We were basically together every minute of every day. I was the driver and she was the navigator. Without her I never would have gotten anywhere and I probably would have never attemped to drive on the freeway...although, now that I think about it, I'm not sure I'm entirely grateful she taught me to drive on the freeway...
Well, I feel like I'm writing a nove here, so I suppose I should sum it up, because this could seriously be like a bazillion pages longer. After going to the same college, midnight appointments, more summer swimming, rootbeer freezes, heart breaks, weddings, graduating, and much much more....
Marni has moved to Arizona. We've lived in different places before (different countries, twice!), but somehow, this time it feels more permanent. Her husband got a job in Arizona, so they moved out there. I am so excited for them because things are working out so incredibly well for them. I am (well, already do) just going to miss my Mar-Mar.
The point I'm trying to make here is that I love Marni. She is amazing. She's always been there for me and has never judged. There are very few people who will go as out of the way as she will to be with you when you need her. I do not exaggerate in the least when I say that I would be nowhere near the person that I am today if it weren't for her being in my life. She has shaped me, I dare say, more than any other person I've ever known (Well, ok, besides my parents, but she's definately in the top five!) Being with her is always special, no matter what we're doing. Our friendship is special. There are things about it that are unlike any other friendship I've ever had.
Mar-Mar, you have a piece of my heart for ever, and get this...It's bigger than the piece Lake Powell has!!!
This has and always will be our place.
Remembe water polo? Remember the steam filled MJMS pool, watching the sunrise on South Mountain in the summers, Our Vegas trip to the Vegas tournament, the Bear River tournament, California? I miss it all.
Who could forgot the Desert Star? The pizza, the smoothies, the flavored Mountain Dew, the ice cream, quads, the late night trips to The Belgian Waffle after work.
It all started at a restaurant called Su Casa in Midvale where I used to dip my tortilla chips in my water because the salsa was too hot for my little mouth.
Enter my best friend Marni, who did the exact same thing. Seriously. I know, I know, you're thinking that we must have taught eachother, because how could two little girls come up with that exact same thing? Who dips chips in water anyway?...especially at only one restaurant...the SAME restaurant. It's not even a big chain-type place.
Well, my thoughts exactly. How indeed.
But, it was what it was. That's why we're convinced that we used to be the same person. They claim we were born just a mere month apart, but it simply can't be. We were the same.
Then came dance class when we were about 4. This is when we became seperate people and, unbeknownst to us, a beautiful friendship began. To be honest though, I have absolutely no recollection of her from dance class, although I do remember being friends with a girl who had an odd name--one I'd never heard before. She remembers a girl who used to stare at herself in the mirror during class instead of dancing. (Yup, don't even worry, that was me.) But, alas, our dance teacher had a baby, she stopped teaching, and we all went out seperate ways.
In seventh grade we were re-united. With a lot of my best friends I recall a few key moments where we became friends, but with Marni it was different. I don't really remember how it happened...it just did. I know that we had common friends, we had classes together, and there was only one locker between ours. I do recall a certain day in English class that we were paired together to interview each other or something and she told me about her turtle. I remember thinking that she was hilarious. Maybe that's where our friendship was re-sparked. All I know is that it definatley happened, and we've been friends ever since.
In eighth grade (I think) I had to do a report or a spotlight or something on myself. I brought with me a picture to school of me from when I was about four......
Yup, you guessed it, a group picture from my dance class. Marni saw me in the hall when I had it and said, "Hey! How did you get my picture?!" or something like that. I'm sure I said something like, "What? This is my picture" back to her. We both looked at it, and in an instant we realized what happened. We had been in the same dance class. In that moment we knew that we were friends for a reason, that the fates had brought us together.
I am not entirely sure, but I think that the true greatness of our friendship started sophomore year when we were intant messaging each other one night. I was trying to find my niche in high school and I knew Marni was usually game for random things, so I asked if she wanted to try doing lacrosse with me. I expected her to say yes, but she said "No, let's do water polo instead." I was a bit taken a back by this, but I agreed. That summer, to get us in shape for water polo, we swam and we ran cross country (along with Vienna). I am pretty sure that was the greatest summer of my life. Marni, Vienna, and me. It was blissful and it was perfect. Working out, Disney songs, Jamba, Cold Stone, and really good food.
That summer Marni taught me one of the most meaningful things I've ever learned. She taught me endurance. She is one of the most determined people I know, and it rubbed off on me. She gave me such strength, such power. During swimming and cross country she really pushed me and I reached heights I never would have thought possible.
But then, junior year came and Marni left me to be a foreign exchange student in Italy. I cried when she left and smiled like a giddy school girl who just talked to her crush when she called me. I attribute her being gone to the fact that junior year was my very least favorite year of high school.
Senior year was our year. There were some really hard times about it, but we were inseperable. We worked at the Desert Star together (I was her ride, so naturally we had to work the same shifts most of the time), we swam together, we played water polo together, we rode to school together, she was there the first time I saw/touched the ocean, we went to Lake Powell together, we took our first road trip without parent together (to the far off land of Logan, UT)...We were basically together every minute of every day. I was the driver and she was the navigator. Without her I never would have gotten anywhere and I probably would have never attemped to drive on the freeway...although, now that I think about it, I'm not sure I'm entirely grateful she taught me to drive on the freeway...
Well, I feel like I'm writing a nove here, so I suppose I should sum it up, because this could seriously be like a bazillion pages longer. After going to the same college, midnight appointments, more summer swimming, rootbeer freezes, heart breaks, weddings, graduating, and much much more....
Marni has moved to Arizona. We've lived in different places before (different countries, twice!), but somehow, this time it feels more permanent. Her husband got a job in Arizona, so they moved out there. I am so excited for them because things are working out so incredibly well for them. I am (well, already do) just going to miss my Mar-Mar.
The point I'm trying to make here is that I love Marni. She is amazing. She's always been there for me and has never judged. There are very few people who will go as out of the way as she will to be with you when you need her. I do not exaggerate in the least when I say that I would be nowhere near the person that I am today if it weren't for her being in my life. She has shaped me, I dare say, more than any other person I've ever known (Well, ok, besides my parents, but she's definately in the top five!) Being with her is always special, no matter what we're doing. Our friendship is special. There are things about it that are unlike any other friendship I've ever had.
Mar-Mar, you have a piece of my heart for ever, and get this...It's bigger than the piece Lake Powell has!!!
This has and always will be our place.
Remembe water polo? Remember the steam filled MJMS pool, watching the sunrise on South Mountain in the summers, Our Vegas trip to the Vegas tournament, the Bear River tournament, California? I miss it all.
Who could forgot the Desert Star? The pizza, the smoothies, the flavored Mountain Dew, the ice cream, quads, the late night trips to The Belgian Waffle after work.
Happy trails to you,
until we meet again,
Happy trails to you,
keep smilin' until then.
Who cares about the clouds when we're together?
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
Happy trails to YOOOUUUUU
until we meet again.
I love you Mar-Mar.
And, remember, Don't Stop Believin. ;)
3 comments:
Sweet post. You're so good at recognizing your friends and people who've influenced you! I respect that. :) I think there's a reason there's a "best" in "best friend" ;) Marni sounds like a great person!
and Desert Star is where I met you 3! My favorite memory of Marni is ordering an extra brownie, smothering it in chocolate, two scoops of ice cream: moose tracks and mint chocolate chip, tons of whipped cream and more chocolate and printing our tickets at the dinner theater computer so we could eat our brownie:) oh i looked forward to that every time i worked with marn!
Oh Karissa, you made me cry! I love you so much. And no worries, Lake Powell is definitely our halfway point!
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