During good times and bad my girlfriends have always seen me through and helped me along the way – so this post is for them. It’s impossible for me to share every memory because there are millions and I know I’m bound to leave some girls out on accident. Some pictures of my friends aren’t easily accessible either, so just know I’m thankful for every childhood, teenage, college and grown up (whatever that means) friend who made me laugh until I cried, dressed up with me, sang with me in the car, planned parties and trips with me, shared sorrows and big dreams with me under the stars, worked with me, had sleepovers with me, got in trouble with me, saw me sloppy, danced through the night, and so much more.
With all my heart, thank you.
You are some of the main people making this journey through life fun, exciting, bearable, interesting and inspiring. Tonight I want to share why I love you.
You view the world as something beautiful and you want to see it with me.
You know all we need is a cotton candy maker to ensure a day we’ll never forget.
You were there during the months and moments that changed our lives.
You sat with me when I was the only person older than 4 who wanted to hold a bunny.
You partied hard with me on my 21st birthday.
You dressed to match on accident.
Or on purpose.
You laugh with me until our guts hurt.
You show up on the big days and bad days – and often in a group.
You think wandering around New York City with the sole purpose of eating can be the greatest thing.
You did’t even have to be human to make me happy.
You have dress-like-a-wizard parties with me.
And wear-your-biggest-sleeves parties with me.
And see-who-looks-the-funniest-in-a-Christmas-sweater parties with me.
You taught me that life is an adventure and I still believe it 9 years later.
You saved our umbrella at a baseball game.
You visited me in the desert.
You traveled to one of the most exotic places with me.
You’ve been in my life since the 4th grade (or younger!)
You made sure my dress laid right on my wedding day.
You’ve been happy for me.
You danced to “Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy” with me – in fancy clothes.
You dressed up in ’80s attire because that’s what I wanted for my 30th birthday.
You inspired me to try new things, whether it be ice skating lessons or something else just as fun.
You know I’m ridiculous and often reciprocate that.
You agreed to make a pyramid for me because I was moving away, even though you probably thought I was crazy.
You take feet pictures with me in all the places we go.
You’ve been to the most epic of concerts with me.
You put on mustaches because, who knows why?
You agree to a hug even when you don’t want to (or you just hold your arms out until it’s over).
You get really into karaoke.
You’ve listened to every thought in my brain for years.
You stayed with me on the green runs when everyone else skied better.
You make biking and “Bachelor” plans with me every week.
You text me pictures that make me smile.
You do girly things when my husband won’t want to – like going to the ballet.
And when tragedy struck, you licked the tears off my face while I laid in bed wondering what happened.
You gathered around me during that tragedy, too, in many different ways both near and far. A couple of you came over that night to hold my hand, cry, and agree to watch our cat because we had to leave town. We barely knew you and you did it anyway.
Some of you who I hadn’t seen in years offered to do anything – including picking me from the airport if I needed it. You came to the viewing or funeral (or both), and sent cards, flowers and text messages from states away.
You send me cards and necklaces in the mail that lift my heart.
You’ve remained by my side while life is blurry.
And you know the next time I see you, it’s possible we’ll look like this again no matter what is going on in our lives.