03.28.03 :: 12:50 pm
Laurie with her dyed black hair in the 8th grade, me growing out a freakish perm. Listening to the Lightning Seeds and releasing the latches on her trundle bed as I took running jumps from the doorway.
Insert collapsing onto the floor and laughing. Repeat, several times.
The funny thing is, we really have not moved that far away from the silliness of yore.
On her wedding day, I will be an absolute wreck. And some day, if ever it happens, I know she'll be the same at mine.