Who would have thought that I would befriend the freshman homecoming princess? Certainly not me. It all started in homeroom. Her last name started with a "W", mine with a "Z". Of course, sorting students by the alphabet must be a research-based approach. Although we were complete strangers on the first day of freshman year, we finished our high school experience as solid friends. Now, I'm honored to say that she is truly my soul sister.
The first conversation was about boys. What would life be like without them? Perfect! We agreed. She offered a marvelous suggestion.
"Let's form a new type of nunnery. Instead of wearing black, we'll wear white habits. We don't have to stay at the church all of the time...just when we really need to do something there. And the hats are definitely optional."
I was hesitant. Let's face it. I liked boys. I agreed with her philosophy in theory. But to really give them up completely? Now that was a bit crazy. Like something my parents might have dreamt up.
Still, she was pretty excited about this idea of hers. No sense bursting her bubble.
"White habits. I like it. How about we get to accent the habits with a splash of color? Red shoes OK? I'm not sure about the whole rosary thing. Can we ditch that too? Just a necklace with a cross?" (After all, we were proposing this idea on a private school campus after all.)
She considered my thinking seriously. "I guess that's OK. Yeah, that'll work."
After a couple minutes of quiet contemplation, we both burst into laughter. And then the conversation quickly turned back to our favorite topic of late. Boys. Who we liked. Who we didn't.
It's almost impossible to believe that now, thirty-two years later, our conversation still revolves around our "boys". Her husband and three sons, my husband. We've both said we're thankful we changed the plan on life without boys. In fact, we've enjoyed the journey so much more on this side of our "nunnery."