Oh boy. Where do I begin? You’re always the one comforting me and giving me endless amounts of words of affirmation because you know that’s the love language I need most. So here I am trying to come up with words for you. Getting my car towed at the Applebee’s on the U of M Campus during our closing shift in the middle of a blizzard after getting our asses kicked and being in the weeds for hours was probably the best thing to ever happen to me. You let me spend the night in your CA dorm, gave me a pair of socks because I was super self conscious about my stinky server feet, we drank shitty Burnett’s Espresso, ordered Mesa and sang Sugarland at the top of our lungs. And I swear I didn’t leave for like a week. What a way to start a friendship haha! I am SO grateful that for whatever reason you put up with all of my 19 year old bullshit at that time. Here we are almost ten years later and you’re still my best friend/favorite human/partner in crime/greatest roommate/number one support system/person. I am so proud of the human that you’re becoming and especially impressed with all of the incredible growth and strength that you have shown this past year. You are kind, generous, accepting, loving, open-minded, wise, silly, sometimes actually pretty funny, so fucking strong, and easy to talk to and great to be around. Cheers to a lifetime of kitchen floor therapy sessions, late nights of Catch Phrase, outdoor summer activities, hammocking in the park, cuddles with Schmoe, maybe a few tequila shots here and there, get togethers at your fam’s, scream singing to shitty country songs or Taking Back Sunday with the windows down, tuk-tuk rides, self-help books and growth podcasts, decoding your typo-filled texts, and lots of laughs. I love you, friend! May our demons always play well together.
Okay, now that I’m done being sappy as hell. Here are some really f*cking hot photos of you! Gwen and Jenny this post is not for you. Move along. 😂 I did leave a few of the more risqué ones off of here because most people that know me know Jess and although she hit me with the “I don’t care who sees them”, I figured some of the more intimate ones can live safe in that tiny wood box!
