Today I want to take a minute to celebrate my best friend. She’s 22 today, and I think that’s sort of important.
Nicole from the moment I met you I knew I wanted you to be apart of my life. Your freckles were too perfect to resist but even deeper than that your aura radiated happiness and light. I can always count on you to be my twin to play bunnies or for an eskimo kiss. You’re the life of the party, the friend everyone can rely on and the first one to initiate tequila body shots, skinny dipping and ice cream when I feel sad. You were the first one I went to tell when I lost my virginity, and every crush I’ve fallen for since. You’ve been there to comfort me through the heart breaks and to protect me when I start to fall too fast. Our lives are strangely parallel at all times, and I can’t imagine someone who could ever finish my sandwiches better than you.
If I’d never met you I’d have no one to help me choreograph lap dances (that I never feel comfortable performing), I’d have no one to serenade me with Legally Blonde songs when I’m sad, or to stuff my face with fudgecicles with while simultaneously drinking root beer floats. You get my weirdness, and I’m pretty sure your heart, and my heart sing the same song. I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve been to me and to anyone else who has had the amazing pleasure of meeting you. Your genuine heart inspires me every day. Also I just think you’re really pretty. You’re the Ana to my Elsa, my favorite baby dragon sister, the cutest wittle bunny I’ve ever seen, and the perfect partner in crime. Though I try again and again, there are truly no words to describe how amazing your friendship is. All I can muster up is that I am so incredibly lucky to call you my best friend. And now I’m getting emotional. Happy 22nd Birthday Nicole! When we’re reunited in November I’m going to scream (in a good way). I can’t wait to keep dancing like we’re 22 for at least the next 22 years!