This beautiful lady is my oldest consistent friend. She's a sharp tack.
We met when we were six. She has a pretty way with words and can always make me laugh.
We've been in and out of each others' lives (more out then in lately), but we always seem to be able to pick up our friendship easily from wherever we’ve left off. I'm grateful for that. I hope when she's at Stanford or Harvard and I’m somewhere tramping in the world that we can still find ways to relate to each other. I don't have anyone else that I could call a sister.
I'm very fond of that photo, for some reason.