Mary!
Remember the first time we met at your townhouse in Ocean City. You told me how much you loved your summer job manning a chair and umbrella rental stand on the beach. You were able to tan and read and meet people. I remember the burnt toast that morning too. I was going to throw it out but you saved it and said you specifically liked it that way. In fact, you went into detail about how you work to get it the right amount burnt. That is you - passionate about everything including toast.
Remember when we played tennis in Poolesville. The kids were all running across the tennis court while we played. We started playing doubles but you were so good that we all moved to the other side to try to beat you. Two or three playing against a very pregnant you still could not compete. While we were running all over the place trying to return ball you barely moved. You had the skill to hit the ball right at our feet. It was hilarious - something cartoon worthy. We also laughed because every once in a while one of the kids got hit by a ball*. Oh my - we were so young then.
*no one was hurt.
Remember all the insane Christmas Eves? All the kids in their pajama’s unwrapping presents and playing. All the wonderful chaos! How exhausted we were because we partied after they went to sleep. In a way it was like Christmas Eve every day when we all lived in Maryland - swapping kids, hanging out, and supporting each other. We were all best friends and it was magical. What an incredible fairytale existence that we are all so grateful to have experienced.
Remember the night the four of us went into Washington DC for dinner and an Off Broadway show. It was chilly out and after dinner we wanted to get to the theatre quickly so we caught a cab. Four big dingbats - how much did we laugh when the taxi took us two short blocks to the theatre. It wasn’t cheap either.
Remember when I proposed to you saying “I want a wife”. It was when I was lost and stayed with you all a short while. After a day at the practice, we would come home to clean sleepy kids, a warm dinner and a peaceful sanctuary to find my bearings.
Remember meeting at Camden Yards for a Orioles game. You sure screamed loud! I loved it. I ate while you cheered. We were a contrast in our passion. You for the game and me for the food! You were so into the game and I was thinking, “What do we eat next?”.
I remember and am thankful for every phone call we have had over the last few years and every memory we revisited. I will see you on the other side.
Laura