
History is the best word to describe my friendship with this amazing lady. We knew of each other from a young age when her mom would come and Visit Teach my mom. I remember seeing her at girl scout camp and kind of knowing who she was. When I started going to church at 13 years old we began to do things, which turned into everything together. We were locker partners from seventh grade forward and roommates in college until she up and got married and I left on a mission. She probably knows me as well as anyone could.
We have quite different personalities and she always described us as an odd pairing, but it worked and worked well. We spent all of those formative years together so she is a big part of who I am today and I'm so grateful to have her friendship. I remember peeking at her during a sacrament prayer to see what one should do during a prayer. She taught me to dance and love dancing. I was always able to keep up with her sentence hopping. We only liked the same boy once (nickname Ken Doll) and only had one major fight that I can remember. It was all over within two torturous days once we reconnected and were able to talk it out. Mostly we laughed and played and had a ball. Don't get in a water fight with her!
Dayna is studious and organized (except for her piles!). She had her life plans all laid out better than anyone I've ever known. She planned exactly what she would do for years in advance and than things worked out just that way. I'm still baffled by that.
One of my favorite Dayna moments happened while we were getting ready to go to sleep during our college years. She always checked her alarm clock before she went to bed and this time we heard the beginning notes and both said, "oh! I love this song, let's leave it on." After the intro notes were over the beginning words came on "Lying beside you, here in the dark..." Such a funny moment.
In this picture we are at the airport. I had just finished up at the MTC and was headed off to Germany. I had an amazing/shocking group there to see me off (including my dad who flew out just for that brief time and flew right back home and my aunt Pam's family who had moved to Provo while I was in the MTC unbeknownst to me). While I was in the MTC Dayna got married. Neither of us could believe that it would happen that way - that I would miss her wedding day by just weeks. I was painfully close, but could not leave to be there.
Dayna has four amazing girls to contrast my family of crazy boys. I sure hope they all get to play together sometime soon! I'm feeling a little cheated of my Dayna time as I haven't seen her in 6 years! I miss her like crazy and am writing all of this because today is her birthday. Happy Birthday dear friend. I love you!