Seeing as she’s the best gift the Internet ever gave me (that is until the Internet bestows a Dyson upon me, which has yet to happen, but trust me, Emily will understand when it happens) you all get to gag on the lovey dovey sentiments I’m about to throw out.
Our friendship was solidified when she said “I even avoid looking at certain shirts when I’m shopping because I know I’ll just pit right through them.”
We went bowling on our first date. Our latest date was at my house with a dozen other women dancing in front of my TV. We’ve been to concerts (Yanni!), museums, fancy parties and I’ve only come close to killing her once (okay, twice…) I’ve been to the house where she grew up, had Thanksgiving with her and she was the first person to know I was pregnant. We’ve danced on bars, eaten in Little Italy, gotten lost in cabs, stuck on busses and had incriminating photos taken. We’ve been to Michigan, New York, Ohio, Kentucky, Tennessee and Illinois. I was there when she held her third baby for the first time. I was also there when her third baby took his first steps last week. We share a mutual love for etsy, the Indiana State fair and salty Italian meats. Our girls are the best of friends (well, as much as three little girls with opinions can be.)
(with the equally lovely Kim…birthday forthcoming in January…)
(posting this photo may end our friendship. but OH HOW IT MAKES ME LAUGH.)
(photo by Rachel)
(mocking aforementioned friendship ending photo.)
I would have never found her if it weren’t for this little thing we do.
Em? I love you so much it’s ridiculous. Happy birthday.
I hope you realize how beautiful you are inside, outside and all around. Forever and ever.
Indianapolis would never be the same for me without you.
I’m totally your biggest fan.