lucky 13
Here’s to my friends
You make me come alive
Only 13, but what a lucky number it has been:
Thank you for being another sister of mine, for I’m convinced that the same blood runs through our veins
For never saying no to excess, extravagance, indulgence, and new (shiny, spicy, sweet, spectacular) things. Time with you is all goosebumps and girly
For turning my college years into a fairy tale and coming into my life as a princess out of your favorite Disney movie (clearly I have a crush on you)
For all those times at the shore—they’re the kind of memories that are like grains of sand that never wash out of the roots of your (messy, blonde) hair
For dancing with me until our feet bleed, in parking lots, concerts as well as through life
For savoring Oscar Wilde with me, and for being my intellectual equivalent. For making me want to use a thesaurus when conversing with you…over tea and scones
For becoming my buddy in half of a heartbeat, and making me laugh during the worst finals week there ever was
For making me want to mimic your sweet sweet (almost Southern, almost French, almost Mrs. Colbert) self and smile
For driving thirty minutes just to give me a hug so tight that my lungs would forever savor the taste of air. You carpe diem harder than anyone I know
For sharing the pursuit of selfish destructive passion, and selfless peace and love
For always always being, doing, and seeing the good. For teaching me to extend my hand and ear no matter what. And helping to satiate my twinkie craving at 12 am
For cheering me on, even from the opposite corner of the world. Ayobaaa
For being soft spoken, but a rock of a friend for the past 10 years, or ever since I asked to sit with you at lunch;)
Vertebrae by vertebrae, you guys are the spine that holds me up. That allows me to stand straight. That lets me hold my head up high
Thank you.






