my bffs

To be honest, I don't know why I've made one of these.  I guess I'm just giving in because everyone else has one and maybe, just hopefully, someone will care enough to read what I have to say.
Anywho, here goes..

Growing up, my family moved around a lot.  When I was little I thought of it as a fun adventure.  I always looked forward to exploring the new house and neighborhood with my siblings.  Looking back on it though, I've realized I never got to grow up having a "best friend" around.  It's hard for me to open up to people because I don't know how long they'll be around. 

Since coming to BYU I have been blessed with three very best friends.*  I don't know how I got so lucky.  They have seen me in some of the craziest, most random, weirdest moods and somehow they still love me.  From late night/early morning conversations about anything and everything, to car drives blasting our favorite songs, to falling in love with lumberjack men while at Walmart, to just doing nothing, I love being around them.  They know my weaknesses and mistakes, but they choose to see past them and help me see my strengths.  I know that I can trust them with anything.  Although I haven't grown up with them I feel like I've known them my whole life. 

Chelsea was my RA freshman year. We found out we were in the same major and instantly bonded.  Now we bond over the fact that we hated that major and are trying to figure out what to do next.  We also bond over boys and our religion.  I love that I can talk to her about those things and anything in between. 

I met Ally freshman year as well.  All I can remember is driving around late at night listening to Kid Cudi and thinking we were so cool.  We bonded over the fact that we strongly disliked fake Provo people.  Even though she left me for a year and a half, we made our long distance relationship work.  We finally were able to reunite this past fall and it was well worth the wait.

I didn't meet Tasha until last year.  She told me that the first time she met me she was so nervous.  Tash can be  pretty sarcastic and apparently someone had told her to be careful around me, because I wasn't.  That night she slipped up and said something sarcastic and sassy to me.  She held her breath afraid she had insluted me.  To be honest, I don't remember what was said, but I guess I just responded with my own sarcastic remark and went on with whatever we were doing.  It was then that she realized we were going to get along just fine.  Well, she was more than right.
Tash is currently serving a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and even though I miss her a ton, I couldn't be prouder. 


I like to think that my friends love me because of my charm and wit, but it really is probably because if they tell me to do something, even jokingly, I will get it into my head and have to follow through - even if I make a fool of myself in the process.  Sometimes I get the feeling they're not actually laughing with me..?

Our motive should be, not what we can get out of a frienship, but what we can provide for them.

*Other than the three mentioned above, I would also like to thank all of my other wonderful friends.  I hope you all know who you are and how much I love and appreciate your kindness!  You all have been there for me at some point and I haven't forgotten.


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