The only chat application I ever really use is gmail chat. I have the application on my phone so it’s like if I need it, I have access to my girls whenever I need them. It’s been useful in certain situations, trust me. I have all the other applications, I just never really use them. The only time I get on yahoo is to have 3 ways with hot chicks.
And that is exactly what I was doing tonight when another chat box popped up. Inside that little box was my brother. What’s that? You thought I was an only child? Oh yea, I still am (as far as I know… family history and all that. Heh.). No, Jer is one of two of the closest people to me that I’m not related to, that I consider to be like a brother to me. The other is our friend Matt, who I’ve known almost as long. But Matt’s another post for another day.
We’ve been friends since we were 8 years old. He is my oldest friend.
He was my first crush. He had a mullet. Obviously, my tastes hadn’t quite developed yet. He lived right up the street from me growing up and I spent a lot of time at his house. Sleepovers, meals, we even had a club house there. We rode bikes, played basketball, had pine cone wars, and pretty much ruled the block all day long.
He made my childhood out to be what it was. Fantastic.
It wasn’t until high school that we went to school together for the first time. Between him and Matt and some of the other guys we spent time with, changing schools between 8th and 9th grade was easier. We were close all throughout high school.
After, he went off to the military and I went off to get knocked up. It was insanely hard to maintain any kind of relationship outside of my marriage for many reasons. He was sent to Iraq and is there now for the 3rd time. He’s also married, and has a one year old son who, as he tells it, is already trouble. Which is understandable if you knew him.
I feel so blessed tonight, to know that even though its been about 4 years since we’ve talked, we can still connect. He crosses my mind frequently, as does his new family. I’m happy to know that he is safe and happy makes me happy.
How old is your oldest relationship?