If you could jump back with me 32 years, I'd be meeting a little girl in Mrs. Barlow's first grade class who would quickly become and remain one of my nearest and dearest friends. She has been like a sister to me over the years and has helped me weather many a storm. Unfortunately after high school graduation, unlike our early dream of being college room mates, our paths took us far away from each other. When she was in Utah I was in Idaho. We were both in Utah Valley for a short stint, then I was in France then Canada. When I came home to Utah, she moved to Canada. Several years later, the week she moved back to Utah, we moved to St. Louis. Since then it has been ten years since we've lived in any sort of close proximity to each other. Through it all we've remained DEAR friends, the kind that pick things right back up where they left off. Inevitably our itineraries would overlap briefly over the Summers or holidays and we'd make efforts to get together to