|Wild flowers. Why wild flowers, you ask? Because they are so delightfully lovely and every time I see them they make me smile. It’s kind of how I feel when I think about you. I can’t help but smile.|
(I’m smiling as I start to write this post.)
I keep writing, then deleting, then writing, then deleting because I feel like our friendship has inside jokes and stories that are just strangely us and I think that by putting them on this blog people will just be confused.
But the bottom line is, you are a friend above friends.
Shannon, I love you.
You are beautiful.
You are funny.
You are kind and witty and smart and thoughtful and full of integrity and drive and passion and wisdom and humility.
I remember meeting you in college and thinking. “Duh. We’re so supposed to be friends.”
I am so thankful to call you friend.
I love you.
I am so glad you were born.
And I wish you a year that has been better than all of your other years; for you, my sweet soul sister, deserve it.
P.S. Today I was looking through a pile of CDs that has gone from car to car with me for the past 15 years. I smiled to run across several from you… I smiled.