Saturday, November 23, 2013
Today is Vicki's birthday. She is officially one year younger than me for the next month.
I have told our story before.
But today is SPECIAL so I thought I could share another story about her. After all, embarrassing her is the best present I could give, right? (==giggle==)
I know that this particular story took place when we were in our late 20's. My spouse was flying in a B-52 somewhere over VietNam (or Cambodia- but that is another story) so I was in Lindsay. I was living with my parents at the time. Vicki still lived there.
Vicki and I decided to go play tennis. And we invited my mom to join us. We figured she would sit under the sycamore trees and watch. After all, we only had two tennis rackets. And it was rather warm that day (if my memory serves me-which occasionally it fails to do. Memory does take a vacation every now and then)
When we got to the courts, mom wanted to play so Vicki and I ended up switching off to play her.
After about an hour or so, Vicki and I were sitting on a bench. Sweating. Breathing HARD. Tired.
Mom was jumping around on the other end of the court yelling, "What's the matter with you two? Let's play!"
Vicki looked at her, looked at me and said something to the effect that we were out of shape wimps. I don't remember the exact phrase.
I do remember Vicki's smile and my mother jumping around on the court. Racket in hand.
I do remember thinking that I had a perfect friend who would share my humiliation that day.
But then, she always had and she always will.
Happy Birthday, Vicki.