Of course, there are all sorts of chaotic problems that could lead to this all falling apart and I am feeling a bit obsessive over the horrible things that could happen (locusts/pilot strike/my front teeth being knocked out in a freak accident).
Of course, I know I am a very, very crazy, spoiled, privileged lady with two trips to Paris in 3 months. And I am even more ridiculous because I am going to see Pearl Jam, two nights in a row, in Hyde Park. And I will FINALLY after forever, get to see my childhood friend Jen and her husband Ed and their daughters.
I am really emotional thinking about that last part. Jen knew me before I even knew myself. I think we were in preschool together; and then later church friends and elementary school friends and then suddenly, we were lifelong friends. There are so many memories with Jen and her sisters in them--Halloween Trick or Treating at our house; bike rides and adventuring in the woods at her house; her birthday at her backyard pool; sleepovers; her beautiful and crazy wedding in England.
Jen was 2 hours late. I helped wax her armpits the night before. Then I gave a very amazing speech on the grand stairs of a giant manor home after being over served. Later, Ed arranged fireworks for Jen and it was like being in a very relatable storybook with all your very best friends.
Jen and Ed are Nick's Godparents.
Anyway, I haven't seen Jen since before my brother died. And I know that might seem like a weird thing to note; but Jen knew my brother for as long as she knew me. She's another person who remembers him as a kid and that is everything. Plus their birthdays are one day apart--Jen on July 8 and David on July 9. A random coincidence that creates an invisible thread in my memories, connecting pieces of me and David and Jen, always.