Sheer Exhaustion

I have texted "I[']m exhausted" at least three times today.
Our second school performance of "The Magician's Nephew" went well this morning. That I noticed, there were no major hitches. It has been discovered, however, that we use too much of the expensive stage makeup. We've now been advised to actually let the makeup crew do our makeup.
And by "we" I mean "me."

Oooh, for ages now I've wanted to do a little posting on each of my friends.
Because I'm listening to Watermark at the moment ("My Heart Your Home"), and because she has taken on international popularity (and because I like the whole 'cool-by-association' trend) Heidi comes to mind. I think you'll enjoy this, friend!

I'm not sure of our ages at the point of initial contact, but it took YEARS for us to get along.
Again, when I say "we" I mean "me."
And I do mean years. About 5. At least. Maybe. Really, it's because I'm pretty much determined to find my security in anything other than Jesus.
But moving on to Heidi: when did we really start to get along? It must have been when I was a senior and you were a junior in high school? Maybe it was before then. Anyway, our Moms are really good friends and so we always heard about each other; well, I always heard the Heidi updates. I do remember going to the rec center at 6am a morning or two with Mom and the four of us doing aerobics together. Couldn't handle that for long.
Heidi is one of those obviously brilliant girls that, in my 11-14yr-old-too-concerned-with-image opinion, used to ooze geekiness. Ok, ok, I mean that in the nicest possible way. Actually, you completely used to intimidate me with your intelligence and talent. And for quite a while, I wasn't sure if you had a sense of humor or not. Part of it was that I used to be terrified of your mother. I figured you either weren't allowed or were too scared to be funny...or something. I still remember the first time I witnessed you poking fun at your mom. I held my breath in anticipation of the impending doom; I always hated being in the room when my friends were about to be beaten.

And then I saw the glint in your eye. You're still alive and I'm not terrified of your mom anymore.

Just remembered that we started to do stuff together when I first got my license at 15 yrs of age. Remember the day I drove us to go climbing? Our moms made sure that everything was taken care of: no radio and you were to do any extra-driving activity that was necessary within the vehicle. By the time we repeated back our instructions to their satisfaction, there were only about 45 min left to climb.

At some point I started housesitting for your family and staying with you on the occasion that your family left you behind because of school or work. That's when we really started to have a blast. You really can stay up all night, I'll give that one to you!
I loved our cheese, french bread and apples evenings at the Shakespeare Festival (especially when we were rained out), bike rides, soccer games, and our outrageous, victorious team triathlon win! We've sung at church, road-tripped, and grocery shopped together.

I especially love our conversations. One in particular that resides in the forefront of my memory is the one which developed during the drive back from Lewiston.

I don't think I've ever told you, but I want a marriage like your parents' and children that turn out as amazing as you all have. I adore your siblings and have the greatest respect for your parents. Your family is a magnificent display of God's grace, mercy and never-ending faithfulness through excruciating pain and extreme joy.
Being away from everyone has made me consider the friendships in my life that I treasure.
Yours, Heidi, is one of them. Can't wait to see ya ;o)

ps- if you want me to take out the part about your tragic nerdy past, I will. But don't you think it lends to the glowing success story of a poor, unsocialised homeschooler who miraculously ends up capable of functioning in society? *snork*