A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway. -- Fr. Jerome Cummings
I am a lucky girl. I may not have a boyfriend, I may not be overwhelmed with social plans like I used to be, but I do have three amazing people in my life who I regularly call my best friends. Chrissy has been my girl since kindergarten, Shannon was my roommate in college and remains my best friend, and Jon has been there through high school and beyond. They have all seen me through so many rough times, and we share so many fantastic memories. All three of them are truly amazing - the three nicest, kindest, most generous, loving and caring people in this world. And they are brilliant; absurdly adept at saying and doing exactly the right things to comfort pain, reassure insecurities, and put life's most complex dilemmas into simple, manageable perspectives. How I ended up blessed enough to know all of them is beyond me.
And how, after so many years, the three of them continue to put up with me is almost baffling. I am a reckless, irresponsible ball of spontaneous fun - a whirlwind bringing both hilarity and disorder to their lives. I couldn't live without them. But I think they like me ok too.
So thanks guys, for being the wonderful people you are, and for being my best friends.
And thanks for the hilarious bar-hopping last night.
But that's a whole other story.
Alright, I can't have an entry about "best friends" without including my baby, my best friend:
And of course, where would I be without my family? They too are my best friends.
Sorry
So
Sappy
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