

It has taken me almost twenty-nine years to realize just how important friends are. I am incredibly lucky to have such wonderful relationships with my very close friends. They were there when I lost my beautiful sister. They gave me kleenex when I got divorced. They went to Cowboys with me. They didn't think I had lost my mind when I got a tattoo. They have been there when I dated crazy people. They didn't tell me "I told you so" when I had to get one of the crazy people arrested. They were there to celebrate how happy I was to be getting married again. They gave me showers and bachelorette parties. When Ben had a heart attack they brought me magazines and snacks. No matter how happy or sad (or sometimes mad) I get, they are always just a text or phone call away. Ben and I often complain about being poor, but everytime he reminds me of how rich we are in the friend department.
