hey soul sister, I don’t wanna miss a single thing

Oh hi there, chickadees!

Aren’t we glad we’ve safely glided into the weekend?

Me too.

This morning, JD and I hit up hot yoga, bagels, and Costco, where I purchased everything I need for tonight’s pizza party.

In bulk.

Because why wouldn’t we spend our morning hanging out at a grocery store warehouse?

Luckily, JD and I have always been able to have a good time, no matter where we happen to be.

Aside from having 30 of my closest pals over tonight, today is also an excellent day because it’s this (not-so) little girl’s birthday:

nikkd

auskd

kdnikaus

straleys

KD turns fourteen whole years old today, which means that I’ve officially known her for more than half of her life. She’s basically all the things at fourteen that I wish I had been, which includes being smart, determined, friendly, athletic, sensitive, and still willing to be my pal, even though she’s a teenager.

Even though once when she was six, I was maybe watching her when she fell off the monkey bars and broke her arm.

I’m still sorry about that one, bambina.

KD’s my role model.

I know that I can’t sing the praises of my teenage buddies and their little brother enough, but chickens, when you’re lucky enough to have people like this in your life, you’ve gotta talk about it whenever you can.

So Happy Birthday little lady, I’m so glad I’ve been in your life so long- you’ve kept me smiling every step of the way. I can’t wait to see what’s next.

Enjoy that sunshine, chickadees, today’s gonna be a good one.

 

 

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