this flashes me back to when we were little. the only difference is that we are now giggling with her son and have much more grown up serious conversations. everything has changed and yet, nothing at all.
she was my best friend growing up. i can remember us sharing a bed and getting so mad at each other that we put a pillow in the middle as a boundary for our anger. ten minutes later, we would be laughing so hard mom and dad would come tell us to be quiet and go to sleep. when she got her license and we drove around, i felt like the coolest luckiest girl alive.
i could go on and on about how cool she was and still is and how much fun we had ... but instead i choose to end this post and continue my evening with one of my favorite people.
photo by christine hall