This is a story about three sisters of the WC fold and how they met one stormy, Providential evening. Some of these details are foggy, but I'm sure the errors will be highlighted by the story characters and so I offer no apologies. No embellishment needed.
It was an exceptionally humid early May afternoon, 2003. I drove home from work, moo-ed my pregnant self up the 3 flights of stairs, opened the door to our apartment, and plopped down on our gross country blue couch, hoping my water would break and I would be done with "the internal haul". No such luck.
At some point near the end of the 5 o'clock hour, the tornado sirens blasted and many of us Glen Arlo residents found ourselves in the steamy basement laundry space, seeking shelter from the storm. It was there that Daphne and myself, sharing some Dove chocolate sqaures and laughing louder than we should have been, given the situation, were graced with the presence of the one and only, Cheryl Dyer, extraordinaire (I do believe Kyle was present as well).
Cheryl happened to be fairly pregnant herself and was at the GA taking some birthing classes with the nexus of GA unity, Monica Brasile. The entire class was continuing their studies in the basement and there was quite an interesting discussion about natural birthing stuff...Daphne and I, however, were unaware that the course instruction was continuing. So we kept scarfing chocolates and cackling with Tim the neighbor.
Here's the great thing: Monica had told me a million times that Jay and I would love this couple that she knew. However, being so crazy in love and totally focused on each other, we never followed through on that "lead"...and it just so happens that she was talking about THE LOVELY DYER FAMILY.
One of my favorite memories: We were spending a pretty quiet (read: BORING) evening at home shortly after the birth of Annabelle. There was a knock at the door and it was Kyle, Cheryl, and sweet [so cute!] Linus paying us a visit. We sat in the dark family room, nursing our babies and making small talk. It wasn't anything too crazy, but something shared and delicate.
Thus began the friendship that is what it is today--two women that skinny dip any chance the get. Er, um, two women that sell knock-off Oakley's at small town carnivals. Er, um, two friends that jazzercise together til they can't stand up. Or maybe the kind of friendship that could be any one of those...but only the skinny dipping at night.