I love Mike and JJ. All the way to the moon and back— that's the kind of thing I say to my 3 year old but it's actually true for them too.
The 3 of us met during freshman orientation at Northwestern in the fall of 2004. THAT'S 12 YEARS AGO!!!
Mike and JJ are very special friends. We hit it off right away— mostly because of all of our shared interests— ping pong, staying up late to play ping pong, and working newbies into thinking that JJ was the easy one to beat at ping pong and that if they could beat her we would let them play me or Mike. Let's just say NOBODY likes finding out they got worked by someone playing with their opposite hand. Get em, J.
I was even the first person they told when they started dating. Probably because I asked them every day if they had started dating yet. I was a good friend.
After a couple year stint in the dorms Mike and I got to move in to a house together with a handful of other friends. JJ was kind of an unofficial roommate too. She was always coming over to hang with the boys— her boys, really.
After graduation Mike and JJ got married! I stood over on Mike's side with the guys but I really kind of wish I could have just stood in the middle by the 2 of them. I think it would have been more appropriate.
Shortly after they got married they moved into a crummy little 2 bedroom apartment in Roseville to start their new life together... and shortly after that I moved in to the second bedroom. Like I said earlier. I am a good friend.
JJ once said this sentence to Mike and me while we all lived together. She had just walked in the door from an exhausting 1000 hour work week, "What it your problem?! I get home and there is a sink full of dishes, a pumpkin rotting on the dining room table, and both my husbands are sitting on the couch playing Mario Kart!" She seemed mad about the pumpkin and dishes but I think she actually just wanted a turn.
Next on the list of things to do: buy a house. We found a wonderful place in Burnsville, MN. We thought it would be a nice place to start a family. For them it was the hope of having kids. For me it was the hope of spoiling their kids rotten. When daddy says no Uncle Guy says yes. When they closed on the house a friend and I moved in for the first couple of weeks to work on house projects. I still have orangesicle colored paint in a pair of my shorts.
Enter Cassie: Here's the deal. Just because you meet someone and want to marry them doesn't always mean that your friends will connect with them and enjoy their company. When I met Cassie, Mike and J not only welcomed her into their lives like they had me many years earlier but they also gave her a nickname— a true sign you're in the club. Casser Schmaster— MiMie, Janice and I are so thankful you fit in to our weird little group as well as you have...I'm also thankful to be your husband.
Now Mike and J have 2 BEAUTIFUL littler girls that they get to share their life and home with and I'm just content to be their 3rd favorite person in the whole world.
When I die at the age of 145 (science) I am sure that I will still be slumming it with Mike and JJ.
Mike, JJ, Linny, Brinny, I love you. All the way to the moon and back.