My beautiful, wonderful, amazing friend, Carrie. We go way back…WAY back – as in suite mates in college and all of the stories that come with being suite mates in college. (so there’s this story that involves Carrie and a lynched teletubby…..thatsallimsaying). But we’re all growed up now – and while the rest of the human race continues to age, it seems Carrie looks exactly the same as she did when we first met. It’s offensive mostly. But you can’t get mad at her – because she even more beautiful on the inside than she is on the outside.
Carrie – I love you. You are going to be such an amazing mother (and if your baby girl gives you a fist bite, you probably deserved it:)