On Monday afternoon, I got a call from my friend Christan.  We met during our first year of college; she lived on one side of the suite with Brandy (who, thankfully, is my dependable MinSoFab commenter) while Ashley N. and I lived on the other side.  We all started out sharing a bathroom without having any idea that we’d end up sharing a lot more of our lives together in the future.

Today, all three of them are married — Christan first, then Brandy and finally Ashley.  Both Christan and Brandy have beautiful baby girls and Ashley is successfully navigating optometry school with her husband by her side. 

In other words, all three of them are real, live grown-ups while I am the kid sister who plays ministry each day. 

The kid sister who will have umm, marriage advice, at her fingertips when the time comes.  You know, in 27 years.

I can only hope that their grandchildren will be flower girls and ring bearers in my wedding. 

Ahem.

So Christan called because she wanted all the details that I didn’t post on the blog about the Real Date.  After we discussed the fact that I actually tried coffee for the first time and the fact that her daughter is now old enough to appreciate cute shoes (my prayers have obviously been heard), she brought up the blog and unwittingly earned herself a place as today’s Well Said-er.

Christan: “When I read through the comments on your blog, I can tell who knows you in real life and who doesn’t.”

Me: “Really?  How?”

Christan: “Well, some of those people are like ‘Oh wow, Amy Beth, you’re incredible, your ministry is so awesome.’  It is like they think you’re, like, really special or something.  And then the rest of us are like ‘hey, what’s up.’”

Me: Silence.

Christan: “Not that you’re not special… you know what I mean.  Right?  Right?”

Well said, my friend who will keep me in my place and is still perhaps my favorite person to call when something good happens in Starlite.  Well said.