My Neighbors

I can honestly say that my neighbors and I have been through a lot together.  Paula and I have known each other since 8th grade.  We were really good friends, and she helped me though a lot.  I can always count on her for a good laugh and a helping hand.  I know she has had more than her fair share of hardships and struggles, but she can usually hold onto her smile.  Miss Clumsy will also make fun of me when I have my gravity slips.  She loves all things living, especially the cute and furry ones.  She wants to be a pediatrician.  She loves kids, and she's going to be a great mom.  Know how I know?  She's a mom to her friends, even moreso than I am.  Paula sometimes doubts her abilities, but who doesn't?  She refuses to stop trying, even if it's the hardest thing she's ever had to do.

Lusi and I became friends last year, and we really hunkered down on helping each other when she asked me to help her study for the Spanish IV fall final; she wanted to switch into the next level of the language, and she needed some extra help to cover an entire semester's work in three weeks of studying.  I still have the thank-you letter she wrote me in the jewelry box  that held the owl necklace you'll sometimes see me where.  She's not one to forget to express her gratitude.  She and I continued to develop our friendship over the spring semester of Spanish, as it was our only class together.  We would write each other letters and give them to each other throughout the day.  It was fun.  Whenever we had sleepovers, she always made me try something new, like spinach or homemade scones.  If we weren't in her room watching some show or talking girl-talk, we were in the kitchen concocting something delicious.  We would sit on her counter eating ice cream or walk over to her neighbor's house and take care of the dogs.  Lusi is one to care for someone, even if it's doing something she doesn't particularly enjoy, such as dogsitting, and therefore smelling of dogs.  She's a cat person.  Another good time we had was when we took Dominik to the Peddler's Mall and almost pushed him into the doll corner.  He's a little afraid of the porcelain people.  All in all, Lusi has always been there for me, on the incredibly long nights where I'm filled with worry and the nights where I can't stop laughing my head off.  And I know she always will be.