~Forever~

We grow up. 

We grow old.

We become grownups. 

We go out into the world doing grownup things, like paying bills, getting married, paying more bills, starting a career, buying a house, paying more bills. 

Remember how we always said we couldn't wait to grow up?
Yeah.

It was overrated. 

My point?

My best friend is officially a grownup.

Off into a grownup career.

And moving too many miles away.

To a foreign land...called Arizona.

Psh. 

Who'd wanna live there anyway?
Well, apparently my bestie.

So, Christie Marie Hollingsworth, 

(or should I say Short Suff??)

This post is for you.

And if you're not Christie, well you can read this too.

It might be boring for you.

But it might not.

First and foremost, before I delve into the past, I just want to say how happy I am for you. I know how much you wanted this job, and how excited you are for this next chapter in your life, and I just want you to know that I am super excited for you. 

So, no matter how sad I get in this post, I don't want you to ever think I'm not happy for you, because I'm stoked. And I hope you and David have the time of your lives down there. 

So! onto the good stuff.

I usually tell people we met in seventh grade, although you and me both know that's a lie. We really met in third grade. 

On the basketball court.

I hated you. 

Bahaha. 

No, really I did. 

 I think I've told you this before. 

You were competition for me, and my parents and I always referred to you as, "The little blond girl."

But I did always look forward to playing your team, because I got to guard you and you gave me a challenge for once! haha

And then, in seventh grade, we had, what? Six outta seven class together? Or five? Something like that...it was a lot.

And then this little blond basketball enemy became my best friend.

Who'd'a thunk?

And now, like eleven years later, we're still friends.

You were still the Maid of Honor for my wedding. 

I love you.

We have soooo many amazing memories together.

Hundreds of sleepovers.

Thousands...maybe even millions...of ditzy moments together.

Remember the time you slapped me in front of everyone for no reason?? 

And the time I "forgot the floor was there?"

Or when we were both laying outside at our homes tanning while talking on the phone to each other, and you screamed "Bee!" and I screamed "WHERE!?!" 

And the time were talking about hating our "little friends" visiting, and Tom was so confused why we would be friends with someone we hate??

Or the time we told Ashley I could interpret dreams, and went on for a good ten minutes interpreting her baby dream?

Remember our code-names for everyone?

Choir was always the best class, all throughout our years.

Sneaking out to bathroom breaks together every. single. day.!!

JOY!!

Ooooh Mr. Nordberg....making you wash the overheads during our precious gossip time! And he wouldn't let me help you!

I think he was onto us...

Oh, and let us not ever forget, the EVER wonderful time Mr. Brian Burns ran into the choir door.

Priceless.

Okay, I know that was at an afterschool event, not choir, but still.

I'll never forget it.

Remember the day of the bomb threat?

And we got to leave school on that perfectly gorgeous day at like noon?

And we all walked around, and when to Kohls to play hide and seek??

WE'RE HOOKERS!

And I LOVED all of our notebooks. 

Okay, before you leave for Arizona, or maybe when you come back in August, we have to sit down, and reread those one last time...I hope you still have them!

And there's been soo many boys in our lives that we've always been there for each other...stupid Brandon...so glad you became my Bestest Lover Ever. :)
And I'm also soooo happy you have David. 
We finally both have our princes!

I'll never forget all our many walks around the lake. 

Now, those were some good times. 

Many many duck conversations.

Oh! Remember that deer we saw!? Like, SUPER close?? 

And that dang little kid scared it away??

Yeah, that was awesome.

We've had countless parties and bonfires.

With an amazing group of friends...well, most of the time... :P

And that's all high school...for the most part.

Then we went off to college.

Let's be honest, college changed our friendship.

A lot.

I became super jealous of Angel.

Like, SUPER jealous. 

And you said I cared more about my residents than you.

We hardly ever got to see each other, always so far away, and we were both so busy with life that we didn't make much time to talk to each other either.

But ya know what I did love about college?
That when we did get the time to see each other and be together, it was always as if nothing had ever changed.

No time or distance between us. 

Just look at your birthday a couple weeks ago.

We went to Perkins and Madagascar, and it was wonderful.

Talking away about everything under the sun, as if it hadn't been too long since we last saw each or spoke. 

That's what I love about us.

And that's how I know that even though you're moving across the country, we'll still always be the bestest lovers ever.

It makes me sad to think I'll get to see you even less than I do now.

But I know we'll be okay.

And it makes me sad to think you're going to be living you're life so far away from me, because I used think life would be perfect. Like how we used to talk about it: We both get married, live close by, and have kids, and our kids would be best friends too. 

It makes me sad to think you might have your kids down there.

Who knows how long you'll be down there?
A year?

A couple years?
The rest of your life?

I guess we don't know.

But it doesn't matter what plans we make because God always has His own plans.

And I know this is going to be wonderful opportunity for you.

For you and David.

I'm so incredibly happy for you.

And I still better hear from you.

You'll still be the first to know all the big things.

You were the first to know he proposed.

You'll be the first to know when we get a house.

Or a dog.

Or when we're pregnant.

You'll always be my bestie, no matter how far away we are.

I love you so much.

And I can't wait to see what the future holds for you.