Friends for Life

I grew up on a block called Silver Circle.  My parents built the house when I was two and we moved in when I was three.  That was when I met Bre.  Bre's family lived on the other side of the block and we were instant friends.  For sixteen years Bre and I had adventures together, some more mischievous than others.  Although we were a year apart in school, we were in dance classes together, we were on ski team together and we played volleyball together.  We traveled on school trips together, survived high school classes and produced yearbooks.  For all of those years we lived a quick bike-ride around the block from each other and our friendship was a constant.
Like many young girls we used to play 'grown ups.'  We would fight over would have the name of Karen.  We would pretend to be our teachers whom we loved.  We would pretend to work at banks, grocery stores and other businesses.  We would pretend that we were grown up (20 years old!) and were married, and had kids.  Bre and I were definitely not lacking in imagination. 
I got an invite from Bre last week to a St. Patrick's Day dinner.
Not much has changed in our friendship except that now we are both married, we are way older than twenty and eek, we both have real jobs.  We are also, once again, a quick bike ride away.  The Silver Circle loop has turned into navigating the western streets of Washington Park but I absolutely love that I can say (to Jack) we are riding our bikes to Bre's (and Mark's).