This weekend, my mom and I hosted a bridal shower for Loo (aka, Rachel), one of my oldest and dearest friends. I choke up a bit when I try to articulate how much I love this girl, and how excited I am for her to take on this new chapter with Chris. They are so good for each other.
Also, my abs are destroyed from all the laughing we did on Friday and Saturday. There's nothing like old friends to remind you how stunningly awkward you were in middle school. Between the math olympics, homemade commercials/music videos/murder mysteries, and a series of poor fashion choices (chokers, camo shorts, plaid pants, oh my.), it defies all human logic that we grew into successful adults.