
I can't believe it has been seven years since
Caitlin,
Lizzie, and I were skipping third period (I think) and sitting in the halls of East High School. Those were the days. Our trio was born. We chatted, fell in friend-love (in that
Where have you been all my life? kind of way), scootered around SLC, visited Robbie's (Cait's now rock star hub's) house and listened to his mom swoon and tell cute/cheesy stories, talked about boys, went to the cabin, sat on the
Johnson Couch of Love for hours on end, and soaked up every minute together in the sunshine before Liz headed off to BYU. I later joined her there, spent a year as her suite-mate, got kicked into the living room with her while our moldy bedroom was torn down and rebuilt, watched her fall in love with JT, laughed with her, cried with her, ate yogurt-covered almonds with her...the list of happy memories is endless.
And today she is 25! I've been reminiscing lately about having good friends in a place of comfort. Don't get me wrong--I love San Francisco--but I'm still exploring and learning about myself and the people here. I have come to realize that moving to a new place doesn't entitle you to a new group of best friends, thought it is likely you will find one or two. I have a handful of true, life-long friends from my 20+ years in Utah, and Liz is one of those! Lucky for me, we still keep in touch via phone, text, Facebook, email, and blogging. And one day, when I get over my fear of video chat, we'll do that to. I'm just glad that I can send her love so many different ways all the way over in Connecticut, because I really do love her, and will forever.
So...
Happy Birthday Liz!
Love you!