Our House.In the middle of the street.

This is my best friend Lindsay.

Being friends with someone for twenty years is kind of like a marriage.
And i have been happily married to Lindsay Jane Barnard for the last two decades.
We have shared the little things in life that matter the most.
First kisses, first heartbreaks,first dogs,first conversations with boys.first periods, first jobs, first attempts at marriage,first haircuts from super long to achingly chic-ly short(although it was at the waterfront so does this count as trendy?) and first attempts at truly being happy.

We have a joint love of Dawson's creek,toast and cheese, cheesy love songs, boys who's names are Aidan.Repeatedly watching THAT episode of Sex and the city(she'll know which one) and no matter how often we watch the particular scene we always cry a little.
A love for a song i wont mention with the lyrics 'Katie and tommy at the drive in movies, tommy slips something on her hand..he says my high-school ring will have to do, till i can buy a wedding band.'
twenty years of little things amount to big grown up things.


Over the weekend we had one of those fantastic sleepovers where you do so much by hardly doing anything at all.
We read magazines, snoozed, ate happily, drank white wine merrily as LIndsay Jane made an offer to buy a house.
This is Lindsay nervously hitting the send button on the email making the offer to purchase(yes, we have that kind of delicious cheesy friendship where we feel the need to document these kinds of things.

Then yesterday over wine, and chicken shnitzel we celebrated with delight and sheer marvel that the reply from that sent email was a very real YES! and that her offer had been accepted.. A monumental step in the 'sjoe im finally grown up' ten step program.
I would be lying if i told you i didnt go into the bathroom and have a little cry, for the simple reason, that after twenty years of everything-ness with her, i realised the magnitude of what being grown up really means,and after walking a thousand miles next to someone over several years, well thats just extraordinary.. and i was so proud my heart just about burst at the seams.
To my Lindsay jane in her big girl pants.
I cannot wait to teach you how to cook a REAL roast chicken in your very first real oven.