I remember the first time I actually spoke to her. I walked into the community bathroom of the 4th floor of Lever and said hey. She looked up from washing her face, gave me a "don't talk to me, I don't know you" look and continued rinsing. Not even a "hey" back. At that moment, I remember thinking, "well, guess we won't be friends." Ha! About a month later, a girl on our hall invited WF to dinner with us (she was all alone and we were the only ones on the hall....I guess I have somewhat of a heart), and she about had a fit over the Disney themed Kleenex boxes at Walmart afterwards. I changed my mind about her a little that night.
Since then, we've been through it. Hours of conversations, barging in rooms, crying, laughing, not speaking, coffee-drinking, Lifetime watching, borrowing clothes, stealing back clothes, traveling to Gatlinburg, Orlando, New York, Charleston, and sharing the deep, dark stuff that only real friends can tell each other.
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| Yes, that happened. Call me Jack. She shall be Goofy. |
Now, her house will be his house. She'll be living with a boy. And it won't be the same, but in such a good way. She's waited soooo long for this day (the girl's literally been planning her wedding since she was seven), and from talking to her last night, I can see that she is giddy with excitement.
So, I wish them both the best in this new life. We're growing up, and it's scary, and it hits me more and more everyday realizing that we're starting to take the next steps in life, but that's almost the best part. Leaping into the unknown full of hope. Knowing it won't be easy, and we'll have a lot to trudge through at certain parts, but also knowing that there's somebody else there to hold on to. Congratulations, y'all. May you have the best wedding and the greatest life there is to offer....and also adopt 18 Chinese babies, because that's WF's next dream. :)
Love you guys to pieces.
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| Aren't they just precious... |


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