The One with My Best Girls

I have really fabulous friends.

The four years I spent in college are completely unforgettable and irreplaceable.

And sometimes...I wish I could go back.

I miss my friends.

But even if they lived next door to me now, it wouldn't be the same.

Nothing can compare to dorm life or sharing a house with 6 other girls. 

Being able to walk "next door" in your socks and pjs.

Always having someone to talk to, laugh with, watch a movie with.

A shoulder to cry on, a prayer offered. 

Stressful exams to complain about. 

I absolutely love the life we have now. 

But girls, I miss you like crazy, and will never ever forget our years together.

Best. 

Memories.

Ever. 

Freshmen year floormates.

We were insanely crazy.

The entire campus knew about THAT floor. 

We were a blast and a half that's for sure. 

I didn't think anyone else in the world was as ridiculous as I was. 

I was wrong. 

And I'm so glad I was. 

Freshmen year homecoming. 

Friends don't come any prettier than that!

more lovin' and snugglin' freshmen year.

There was a LOT of that.

My surprise 20th birthday--sophomore year.

The four of us were suitemates.

I can hear Emily (the one on my back) laughing.

It's unmistakable.

Most of sophomore year was comprised of this.

Sitting on our couch. 

Talking and laughing.

That's about it.

And we loved every minute of it.

Junior year required me to tromp across campus to visit most of my friends.

Our campus is HUGE by the way.

Or not.

But in either case, it was totally worth it.

Wedding Shower season--a new stage of life.

Angie's (grey and white stripes in the middle) shower junior year.

And the weddings begin!

Angie (not pictured oddly enough) was the first one we married off!

We had a girls' only Valentine's Partay in mine and Britt's room.

Just like old times.

Senior year. 

One house.

Two bedrooms.

One bathroom.

Two showers (yeah).

Excellent. 

Slumber party at Emily's one weekend.

That was a blast and half.

We hosted a number of BonFires our senior year.

Or "BombFires" as we referred to them.

This was post marshmallow roasting.

Oh dear.

Graduation 2008.

What a proud moment.

Thrilling. Yet sad. The end of an era.

But alas, friendship crosses time and distance. 

We slumber-partied it up at my place last summer.

Still as ridiculous as ever.

Thank you, girlies, for the best memories and the greatest sisterhood. 

Love you all!