This is me and Megan, one of my very oldest friends. She and I met when we were 12, knew each other for about a year, then she moved to Utah and we were long-distance friends for about 6 years, then I came to Utah for school so we've seen each other a little more in the last couple years. But it's always amazed me how close we've managed to be just having phone and email, and when we're together it's like we've never been apart.
Last week we got dressed up and went to the Cheesecake Factory to celebrate her acceptance to an internship in Brazil this fall! We got so many great looks from everyone in the mall and our waiter thought we were pretty hot stuff ;) (he took the above picture)
This weekend I've been up in Logan with her in the little house where she lives by herself. It's cozy and quaint with a creek that runs across the backyard, which is a simply magical sound at night. There is nothing I love more than just being with Meg; we fit into each other's lives so easily. There's no pretense, no self-consciousness, just unadulterated joy in being together. Yesterday we had a full day of errands, driving to Preston, Idaho, getting shakes at the Napoleon Dynamite diner, exploring an abandoned mill where we were watched by 3 huge, gorgeous owls, getting our butts kicked at a yoga class, making a beautiful dinner together, complete with chocolate lava cake and sangria and watching The Vow (which was adorable, I don't care what you say).
We joke all the time that we'd make a perfect married couple. Evidence: we were laying in bed last night, having been quiet for quite some time, just mulling over the day, waiting for sleep to come, when I whispered, "Did you remember to cover the cake?" "Yes," she whispered and then we both giggled. Maybe you had to be there, but it was just a perfect example of how comfortably we mesh together.
I have no idea what I'd do without her.
