Sunday, June 22, 2008
You Gotta Know This Girl
I was always pretty much obsessed with my brother Joel. He let me hang out with his cool older friends. He was smart. He was a good student which made it so teachers automatically liked me. He was responsible. I remember once being grounded and my mom said I couldn't go out with my friends, but I could go with Joel. He was my best friend. So, when he found himself a girlfriend at the end of his senior year of high school, I was not excited about it. I felt replaced. Little did I know that the girl he'd found was the coolest girl in the entire world. Her name was Beth Roskelley.
Beth was always nice to me. I remember her offering my her disco wardrobe for dances and disco skating. She gave me tons of earrings she'd made to give to my friends for their birthdays. And I was still kind of a jerk to her. I continued to resent her for taking my brother from me until I was doing Beth and Joel's engagement pictures 3 years later. I tripped on a rock and biffed it hard on my back. Joel laughed and laughed while Beth ran to my rescue. I liked her from that moment on.
Now I more than like her. I'm obsessed. She's one of my very best friends. She's more than a friend, she's a sister. When I was single going to BYU I'd drop by her house all the time, often in tears saying that I'd never get married. When I did get married I took her dress shopping with me and asked her advice on all my major decisions. She has always taken care of me. When I was on my mission she sent letters and pictures and made me feel like I was the best missionary in the world. She lends me her maternity clothes when I'm pregnant. She passes down all of Clara's clothes to Maggie (darn it that Maggie is now bigger than Clara!). She calls all the time to offer us furniture and other stuff for our house. She's the most generous person that I know. She's an amazing cook and a fantastic photographer. She's artistic and creative and a wonderful writer.
I'm just happy that she puts up with me because really if I could, I'd visit her every day. Knowing me, that could really get old. Thanks Beth for joining our family. I love you.