I know I've been talking about this a lot, but I felt the need to dedicate a special post to this event.
In less than eight hours my best friend/cousin/roommate/sister/other half is getting married.
Its funny how there are specific events in our lives that always make us reflect on our relationships with the people closest to us. Marriage is definitely one of those events and there is much to reflect on with this one.
Erin and I have been best friends since birth. Up until I moved away to college, I can't remember a 4th of July, Halloween or Christmas without her. I have slept more nights at her house, using my finger as a toothbrush because of our last-minute planning, than I can even calculate.
She has been there for me through all of it.
Interest wise we have always been polar opposites. She's a little bit Taylor Swift, I'm a little bit Radiohead. She dances, I play soccer. She dresses classy no matter where she is, I would have a hard time finding a sweater in my closet without a hole in it somewhere.
And yet we have never even had a real fight.
Life with Erin is just easy.
(*our favorite thing is that Erin's name is inside my name. Proof that we are soul mates.)
I wish I had pictures on my computer that went further back, ones from the beach in Hawaii as babies, in third grade when I was a skeleton for halloween and Erin was Pippy Longstocking, the time we made the homemade music video of that Aaron Carter song or getting ready for our first proms.
I have lived a short twenty-one years and Erin has only lived a month and a half longer than that, but it seems like so much more when I think about everything that we've been through and experienced.
Erin, here's to Broc still letting us have sleepovers when I come down for weekends.
Thanks for being my best friend and my sister.