If our culture had arranged marriages, their daughter, Makenna, would be my pick for my son, Drew. She is so sweet, spunky, funny, and just plain adorable. My first memory of her is at a birthday party for our mutual friend, Phylis. Makenna and Drew were both babies, and this was quite the shindig. I remember oooooing and ahhhhing over Makenna before the festivities started. This particular party involved an Elvis impersonator (I know, I know.......don't ask.) As soon as Elvis started his first song, my Drew screamed. We are talking blood-curdling, everyone in the entire room looks at you scream. I had to do the mad dash mom-run to get him outside. (I know all of you Mommys out there have done it once or twice!) Yes, my child was the baby who was deathly afraid of Elvis. Who knew?
Drew and Makenna went to the same preschool, and have been in the same class the last two years. They are buds. I got to know Makenna when I would come in to help in Drew's classroom each week. She is hilarious! I have never met a child so genuinely kind and just full of sweetness. My all-time favorite Makenna story happened this last year at Drew's 7th birthday party. Drew had opened his presents, and he really wanted to open up one of his new Lego sets. Mind you, this set had about a bazillion pieces. I said no, not when the party was still in full swing.....maybe later. Drew commenced to pout-mode and plopped himself down on the hood of his Dad's car. Makenna came up and sat down next to him. "What's wrong, Drew?" she asked. Drew explained the injustice of the situation before him. She responded with that Makenna spunk, "Let's grab your Lego and then jump in my Dad's truck! We can lock the doors and then they won't be able to stop us!!!"