I keep resisting the urge of writing
Engagement} Jimmy and Whit as the title,
because that’s who they are to me,
Jimmy and Whit.
But I felt the need to put their proper, grown up names for some reason.
I have been fortunate enough to have grown up with the love birds;
Jimmy and I were in the same grade K-12,
Whit and I played on the same volleyball team,
and she is my sister’s best friend.
There was a time in high school
when I went through a phase of inviting myself along with my sister and Whit
just so that I could go to her house
and eat open-faced peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Whitney’s mom makes the best homemade strawberry jam
and freezes enough to last the entire winter!!
…they also had the softest potato bread and Co-op homemade peanut butter..
This habit started to become quite frequent….
I think I owe her family a few loaves of bread and jars of PB and J:)
my favorite:
