I remember building snow forts deep in the snow in winter and swinging from the laundry t-post lines in the summer. And I remember all of us being friends. My brothers and all the neighbors. But Kate was my best friend.
I didn't want to leave North Dakota and I didn't understand why my parents were so eager to. My dad had been assigned there for six years, longer than most military assignments and it wasn't exactly an ideal location. Colorado was wonderful compared to North Dakota, they said.
But I don't have friends in Colorado.
I remember praying every night with my dad that I would make friends. I was desperate for friends.
Now, we're just beginning to feel connected here in San Diego, three years later, and we're getting ready to start over.
Let me rewind...