In a previous blog I mentioned that my mom is a nurse. Because I was raised by a nurse, I am a firm believer that they are a whole different breed in the most spectacular way. Nurses are the type of people you could write a book about because they flow with the type of contradictions that allow for a wicked sense of humor wrapped in a professional demeanor, and gentle souls who will call you out on your bullshit. Nurses are also the kind of people who are not phased by my foul mouth. I use the F-word like a comma, and they are never offended. It's refreshing. This blog was inspired by my best friend Sadie, who recently graduated from nursing school. WOOHOO! Some of you who are faithful readers may be thinking, Sadie? The one whom accompanies you with all of your mischief? Yes, like I said nurses (Sadie, specifically) are a different breed. Sadie is my friend who has a heart for understanding the world around her, and she never falters in loving everyone she crosses. But she's also the type of broad who has called me out a time or two. Like I said, she's a walking contradiction in the best way. Sadie's mom, Julie, is also a nurse-so she knew the joys of being raised by a strong woman. We have always been like sisters. Both of our moms instilled a sense of independence in us. I credit them to part of our mischief. The first time I remember meeting Sadie, my grandma-Nan was taking me for a walk around the block. It was summertime and I was around 6 years old. As my grandma and I made our way up a hill, we passed Sadie's grandpas house. He lived about two minuted from my parents, which would become extremely convenient as our friendship blossomed. Sadie was this tiny little thing with long blonde hair and a sweet smile. I remember Nan stopping to talk to her grandpa as we both stared at each other, both a little too shy to do anything other than wait for our grandparents to stop talking. After a few minutes our grandparents finally introduced us and the rest is history. Sadie has always contrasted me. She was always taller and had lighter hair, and was softer spoken, and better at math. When we were growing up we were convinced we had no differences. We use to make plans to "Freaky Friday" our parents, and take each others places. This isn't to say we thought they were stupid we just knew how immensely talented our acting was. Some might say we thought of ourselves as child prodigies, as well as doppelgangers. Part of childhood is convincing your friends they can do the impossible. It was impossible for us to pass off as each other, but I'm certain we felt so in sync that we even fooled ourselves. For as different as we are, we also are grounded in the same things. Sadie is able to rival my love for food and coffee. She writes poetically when she is in nature, even when it's just a text to me about how beautiful the water is where she is. Sadie shares my commitment to singing loudly with little regard to actual lyrics. My life would be less whole and not as much fun without her laugh seeking joy. Sadie is all moved to Seattle now to start this next chapter in life. I'm so excited and proud, and also pumped I have a second home in Washington;). Sadie will be an excellent nurse and the nursing profession is lucky to have her. As I have always said, nurses are the type of people you could write a book about. And maybe one day when I'm a little old lady I will have enough gut busting stories to write about my adventures with Sadie. And with all the memories we have compacted into our 16 years of friendship, we will never lack the content to do so.
Love you Sadie!
Libby Anne Groseclose