I have a great and wonderful friend named Christine. I don’t think I tell her often enough how much I appreciate her friendship.
I’ve ‘known’ Christine since I was probably about 10 years old; we danced at the same studio in Milton, the Audrey Meredith School of Dance. Although it wasn’t until I was in my teens that I ever did a dance with Christine, she was always someone I admired. She is a very talented dancer.
I have several very fond memories of Christine dancing, probably the most memorable and the one we chat and giggle about still is “Funky Town” – My mother used to buy all the videos at the end of the season, and I remember playing that dance over and over again learning all the moves. The 2 person cartwheel was mint, although very hard to do by yourself.
I also remember a jazz solo she did (the infamous “jump” picture), “The Wind beneath My Wings” and all the dances from the Merry Widow and Hello Dolly (Christine, you are one rocking dancing chef!)
As we got older, both of us went to Kent State University in the summer to do our teachers training course with the Dance Masters of America (or DMA for short).
During school Christine moved around a bit, but in the end she always came back home to Milton. Eventually both of us starting teaching dance, which was the common denominator that sparked our new adult friendship.
Christine and I started hanging out a bit, going to the Good life for aerobics and boxerise classes and the occasional film.
It wasn’t until after I was married, and half way across the world in England I realized what a friend and admirable person Christine is.
While I was in England, Christine decided to take one of those ‘singles’ tours all by herself. She chose to do something by herself, and did it for herself. She was fascinated with Europe and decided on a small jaunt trip which covered the UK, France and Netherlands. She worked her trip in such a way that allowed her to spend a few days with me. At that time I was very lonely and missing home, and having her there felt like a little piece of home.
The bravery and confidence she exudes is one of the things I admire most about Christine. She lives her life for her, no excuses, no regrets, and no apologies
Next it was her turn to marry. She met and fell in love with Chris, who is quite the catch in my opinion. He is a superb guy, who is funny as heck. I was still in England at the time. I really wish I could have been closer to home to share more in her planning of her day with her. Thankfully I was in Canada for her wedding, it was a beautiful, simple, elegant evening – and you could see in every detail the love Chris and Christine share.
Plus I got to call them CH2.
Soon after we found out Christine was going to have a baby, and then little Ryan was born. Still to this day, the only baby that doesn’t cry when I pick him up.
Christine calls me all the time (even when I was England) In fact; she calls me more than my own family!
We talk about our families, our lives, our friends. We share catty stories about people we both know, and gossip about the town we both grew up in. She offers a sensitive listening ear, a confidant for information, a tender soul of compassion, and a no-nonsense reaction for any topic we branch. She has been a voice of reason for me on numerous occasions
Nothing is off limits. Its that no holds barred approach to our friendship that makes it so raw and fulfilling, especially since we only get to talk over coffee together in the flesh every month or so.
I look forward to our calls. . . .
Christine is a lot of the things I want to be. She has herself well put together.
She has taught me that you need to do things for yourself to make yourself happy – because when you enjoy your own life, its easier to enjoy others lives and the things that fill your life.
I’m ever thankful to have Christine. I must remember to tell her more often.