When it comes to most friends, the moment that you met them is nothing but a memory, subject to revisions and amendments and those blurry edges imposed by time. But what if the moment was an actual SNAPSHOT – captured forever, frozen in history?
This? This was July 5, 2008 – the exact moment that I met the fabulous Kelley Kirker.
We were at a “Cinco de Julio” dinner party hosted by Debbie Barnett in her backyard. I had lived in Nashville for 6 fairly lonely months, but that night stands out in my mind as a turning point – the first time I felt, “Maybe I could belong here.”
Still waiting for that moment in Denver. Probably because Kelley Kirker doesn’t live here.
Kelley is one of those precious, effusive friends who it is impossible not to like. If you don’t like Kelley Kirker, it’s because you have a shriveled raisin for a heart. No offense.
Kelley makes people feel good about being themselves – picks up on their uniqueness, and highlights it in a “You are the coolest person ever!” kind of way. She breezes through life, comfortable in all sorts of situations, making OTHERS comfortable in all sorts of situations – and her laugh is enough to create peace in Afghanistan, I am convinced.
My favorite memory of KK is the Halloween that she dressed up as a Sister Wife right after the raid of the polygamist compound in Texas. Again: no offense.
Imagine my delight when I got hired on at the same company that Kelley works for – we now get to share life (albeit virtually) every single day. How great is it to be able to work with one of your dearest friends?
And by the way, before Taylor Swift was Taylor Swift, Kelley Kirker was already wearing dresses and cowboy boots every day. Taylor, please.