I met my husband while home to be a bridesmaid in Connie’s wedding. Her firstborn daughter is my god-child. Cecily remains the prettiest baby I have ever seen, and my kids are pretty darn cute. I remember running to the hospital from work the day she was born and holding the tiniest little doll of a creature in my arms. I burst into tears at her sheer beauty and preciousness.
A few years later, my son Malcolm was born three months after her son Clarke. They were playmates from Day One and SPC track and football rivals — Malcolm (St. Mark’s ’14) and Clarke (ESD ’14). They were in the Jack and Jill of America Inc., Dallas Chapter, together. Now as young professionals out of college, they maintain their friendship and reach out to each other to share their lives, now long distance with Clarke on the East Coast.
My daughter, Rachel, and Connie’s second daughter, Camille, followed and also became friends and running buddies in the same vein as their mothers before them. They were Jack and Jill Belles and party bud-dies. They celebrated each other’s milestone 21st birthdays and have endured COVID college life as homebound podmates.
Connie and I stay active in the community, a tradition passed down from our parents and embraced as we served in the Junior League of Dallas and other organizations.
We have no doubt our three-generation friendship will become a four-generation friendship, and hopefully each will do their part to enrich the Preston Hollow community that has been a part of our lives for more than four decades.
— As told by Jill Louis