So I went away for a few days with one of my good friends to Whidbey Island. I mean she is the best. I’ve known her for thirteen years. We have fun together. Crazy fun sometimes that I can’t talk about on the internet. She’s always challenged me to be a better person and have more fun in life. I watched her get married two weeks ago today. It was a small courthouse wedding, and it was awesome. So much love between those two, they didn’t need to invite a few hundred people or spend a lot of money. I was with her the night she met her Navy man during one of our impromptu little I dare you moments in a bar. And I was with her after she just sent him off on the boat for almost a year.
We had a girls’ weekend (with the kids–we were both single moms, until she got married!) We hit up a local winery, sat up on the beach watching the sunset and drinking Farm Boy. Talked life and love. We hiked. We walked. Hit the local Farmer’s Market. We ate. Gah. Don’t get me going how we ate.
There’s been times in our lives where we went almost a year without checking in with each other (I blame her–I’m always online!) but we pick right back up when we’re done. Because we’re that close. She’s my sister (she calls me her white sister, or culocha–which I thought meant ‘curly haired’ but when I just Googled it it came up with ‘fire in the p*ssy’ in Spanish. Hmm. Gonna have to ask about that. Maybe 
I’m spelling it wrong). 
I write about love, but you’ll also see I write about friendships a lot (like the Chances Are series). Friendships aren’t perfect, they can be just an convoluted as any romantic relationship. Friends are huge part of my life and always will be. I cherish all my friends. Wouldn’t be where I am without them.
Today I wanted share how special just one of them is to me.
