i don’t have much to say, other than thank you. thank you all for everything you’ve done for me, taught me, put up with (ok, we all know you’ve put up with a lot!), and for being there through all the crazy. i am so blessed and so terribly grateful. i love and miss each of you!
hey remember that one time in third grade i didn’t want to be your friend anymore? i’m glad i forgot about that about a week later.
the nights when you would come over and we would lay in my floor and talk for hours were some of my favorites. i’ll never be too old for them.
i’m glad you still come over unannounced anytime you see my car in the driveway. and ok fine, i admit you’re not a side dish anymore.
remember that day in sophomore studio when i was upset and you tried to cheer me up and i still stormed out angrily? you’ve gotten way better at handling those situations now!
remember those days when we lived in europe together and i cried everyday and begged mom to let me come home? i’m so glad i got to spend them with you. i wouldn’t trade them for the world.
you were such an amazing roomz! i’m glad we finally built our blanket fort. maybe we can be roommates in london one day. i’m praying for you!
my ridiculous, crazy, want-to-be-hipster boyfriend you are amazing. sorry about being that girl that wouldn’t stop screaming when we swam with stingrays.
you have been my saving grace the past few months. but really, next time you cook eggs i will obliterate the yolks.


























