– 1990 –
Title / Artist
1) HOLD ON / Wilson Phillips
2) IT MUST HAVE BEEN LOVE / Roxette
3) NOTHING COMPARES 2 U / Sinead O’Connor
4) POISON / Bell Biv Devoe
5) VOGUE / Madonna
Ohhhh yeah, buddy…”Hold on to one more day” (Wilson Phillips) ….It was 1990 something. ^ Those were the top singles of the year ^. I remember singing that song at the top of my lungs…and I can’t hold a tune! BIG hair and big earrings were in. Keds and tight rolled jeans….I actually don’t have a ton of memories from this age…which is probably a good thing.
Have you ever had that friendship that no matter where you left off, you can easily pick up? They know your true heart, before life got complicated with bills, kids, car pools, soccer games, and husbands. They love you for you, for the memories you created that binds you together like gorilla glue. I am lucky to have been blessed with two sisters like this. No, they are not my bio-siblings. But I love them with every ounce of my being. If they needed a kidney, they could call me. They are my sisters.
*That is me on the left. S was rockin’ the denim look…and blue hair..Don’t let this picture fool you though. She was oh, so cool.*
My friendship with S started before we could speak. Our fathers were friends…and while I can’t say many positive things about either of them, they did kick start this sisterhood. For that, I tip my hat. S and I recently met up after nearly 20 years without any communication. Facebook opened the door and we eagerly sprinted through to each others arms. We spent an entire day together; me watching her family play on the beach. I adored every minute of it, trying to capture moments in time on the lens of my camera. It was incredible and easy….crazy easy. Peaceful….I’m not sure what either of us expected when we setup the date, but the ease of picking right back up as if we never skipped a beat surprised us both. Obviously, we are both grown with families. Surely we have changed since we last saw each other at 15…but our spirit had not. It was still right there, waiting. She is like a piece of my puzzle that I had been waiting to fill…. I would give her a kidney in a skinny minute.
H and I became friends in 1989/ 1990. It was my freshman year of high school and I had just moved to Indiana. She lived in my neighborhood. We instantly became friends and pretty inseparable until I moved back to SC. We have the kind of friendship that no matter how old I am, I turn back into a teenager when I’m with her. We giggle and horse around. Oh, don’t get me wrong, she is my sister in every sense of the word. The kind you poke with a stick, but would beat someone with the same stick if they tried to do the same… With out a doubt though, she is probably the only one on the planet that can transport me back in time…maybe because she knows all my crazy teenager secrets! My kidney is hers, should she ever need it. (But she has to promise to keep her mouth c.l.o.s.e.d!)
I’m not sure where I would be without these women to love me. Our friendships allow each other the grace to be busy raising our kids, married, doing what needs to be done to keep the ship afloat. Our love has a strong bond. It is not jealous or demanding. There is an unspoken, underlining current that ripples through these each of these relationships. It whispers, if you need me, I will be there. It is in our tone, in our walk, in our hugs….We will drive like a bat from hell to come to the rescue. We will kick ass and take names. We will listen. We will cry. We will pick you up and dust you off. We will be there despite everything that could happen, everything that will happen, the silence and distance…We will be there…and yes, I will give S & H my kidney if they need it.
I just pray that both of you don’t ask for one….especially at the same time….
Some day somebody’s gonna make you want to
Turn around and say goodbye
Until then baby are you going to let them
Hold you down and make you cry
Don’t you know?
Don’t you know things can change
Things’ll go your way
If you hold on for one more day
Can you hold on for one more day
Things’ll go your way
Hold on for one more day