Mom, there are fish swimming over our heads. Cool.
Um, those sharks are a little too close for my comfort. You'll protect me right?
Wow -- that's a lot of fish.
Too much excitement. Better take a quick snoozer.
You're right, Bubby. Monster trucks are the coolest!
That in a nutshell was our day together. Leaving the food court created another melt down (smart move, Mom, planning a day where you kids couldn't take a nap!) because Garrett had to leave the cars. However, there was a quick-thinking Mom on hand who said, "Garrett, do you want to go buy some new shoes? Let's go to Stride Rite and buy you some new shoes!!!" Amazingly it worked, and the little boy spent the rest of the time at the outlets giggling and jumping up and down in his new "jumping shoes" -- don't ask, just accept. Becky and I were able to do some shopping. Me, outfits for the kids for the 4th of July, her just for cute clothes for her new babe. After shopping we went to dinner where the children entertained Auntie Becky while the two of us tried to have adult conversation. All in all, it was a fantastic day, even with the children's tantrums from time to time.
I also would be remiss to not point out to everyone exactly what our connection to Auntie Becky is. Becky and I met four years ago (is that all?) at the school where we both worked. We hit it off pretty well, but it wasn't until that spring, and a memorable trip to the malls in Raleigh, that it really flourished. Soon we were jokingly referred to as "The Beckys" around the school (think the Heathers, only nice). Her husband was deployed and Chris was doing workups to prepare for deployment, leaving us to basically live alone. There were weeks that we frequented the same restaurant so often the wait staff knew our beverage of choice. We ate Mexican four or five times a week. She signed on to be my assistant cheerleading coach, mostly to keep me sane and give me perspective when I went all crazy-coach person. Come the fall Sundays were at my house, drinking beer and watching multiple games of football while pretending to grade papers. When either of our husbands were actually home we joked that they were part of a Becky sandwich and played the part of our third wheel. We laughed a lot. Okay, almost all the time.
Unfortunately, the military doesn't let us live in the same place for very long very often and two years ago Scott got orders to South Carolina. Major bummer. We've stayed in touch as much as possible. Not teaching in the same school anymore meant scheduling long conversations was more of a trick.
However, Beck has remained a major part of my life. When Chris and I were deciding who should be our children's godparents there was never any doubt that it should be anyone other than Becky and Scott. We knew that they would help our children develop a strong sense of faith and God as they grow. Becky's only requirement for me was that Chris and I had to find a church family be regular members of it. She kicked my butt back into the church, and because of that I have found an awesome church family at St. Anne's for our entire family.
Even more importantly Becky has been there for all the major events in my children's lives thus far. When Chris was deployed last year, Becky is the one who travelled to Guatemala with me to pick up my son. She travelled back to Jacksonville to celebrate Garrett's first birthday last summer, again while Chris was deployed and we wanted to celebrate the big day with family. Becky and Scott made sure they were available to be here for Garrett's christening, even though we rescheduled it about a dozen times. Picking up Elena with Chris and my mom seemed slightly off since Becky wasn't there to share the moment. This spring Becky and Scott again made the trip north to celebrate Elena's first birthday with me while Chris was deployed again. They are planning to be here for Elena's christening this fall, just one month after their own precious daughter is due to be born.
Becky is an amazing friend, and I am super blessed to have her in my life. I am so excited that she is going to be home with her daughter and that we get to be mommies together. It's nice to know that when I need adult conversation in the middle of the day that there is a dear friend on the other end of the line to chat with. I am so sad that at the same time we are moving across the country and will not be able to make these weekend trips as easily. Of course, over the past two years we've gotten good at scheduling time for our friendship. We will just get better during the next two. I only hope that I can be as good of a friend to her as she has been to me time after time after time.
I love you, Becs!