Emily...

It's certainly no secret that I participated in Kindergarten not once but twice.

Yes, I liked Kindergarten so much that once just wasn't enough.

Or something like that.

It's really a good thing that I did it twice though because if I hadn't this might have never happened:

That's my best friend from Elementary school. 

Emily.

Isn't Emily just the greatest name for a best friend?

There she is in the middle of the top row.

There I am in the bottom right.

When we were in the first grade we decided to be best friends.

Our lunchbox cubbies were beside each other.

I found my old diary in the attic of my parent's house tonight.

My favorite food was Chinese and my best friend was Emily.

Apparently, I liked her because she was nice, pretty, and kind.

I'm not sure what year this was. 

I was young enough to think that I was 60 pounds and 5 feet 17 inches tall. 

And young enough to spell pretty: 'part'

Now, we've done grown up.

She married her high school sweetheart. 

I married a boy I went to Kindergarten with. 

Now our boys are in Kindergarten together.

They run fast, love to play outside, giggle frequently

and wear little red t-shirts on field trips.

And now reader...

You have my permission to break out into a Disney power ballad. 

Because this whole best friends thing...

It's really all very:

Tom and Huck

and

David and Jonathan.

Well, that is, except for the whole 'murderous fathers' bit.

Maybe just a small Disney tune then, hmmm?