This time last year I told you how purchasing shaving gel always reminds me of my childhood friend, Sara. Well, this year the childhood friend is Coral and the random reminder is cleaning the bathroom sink.
As was the case with Sara, Coral and I spent more than 20 hours a week training together as competitive gymnasts in Santa Barbara and nearly as many hours every month trying to convince our parents to let us have sleepovers. For some reason Coral's dad (who I always thought looked like Mel Gibson) would never let us do anything until Coral cleaned her bathroom. I remember helping her frantically scrub the sink so we could get on with life already, and I am reminded of it every. single. time I bust out the Comet in my kids' bathroom. Truly. My first thought is always, "Why am I doing this? Coral's dad made her do this, I really need to start making my kids do this." It's a ridiculous memory, I know, but it's a comforting one, too. It reminds me that though my childhood was rife with flaws, it was also exceedingly full of wonderful people who I'm still tethered to in fun and familiar ways.
So when Coral contacted me about meeting up for photos just few days before she planned to be in Vegas, how could I not find time to make some new memories with her and her majorly adorable family?
Thankfully, we didn't have to check with our parents first...
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