Carmel

Carrie and Wendy are two of my oldest and best friends. I’ve known them since I was 14 years old. We lived together in college. We still love each other, even though we are spread out in different states and none of us are particularly good at keeping in touch. It’s one of those things you don’t worry about. I always know that they love me and accept me whether I’ve done something really stupid or put my foot in my mouth or haven’t called in 6 months.




We just had our first girlie getaway. I left my little ones with Grammie and drove with my girls down to Carmel. First of all, Carmel is wonderful, and second of all, my parents’ house is perfection, and third of all, my company was easy to love. For the first time in…well, I don’t know how long it’s been, I had no responsibilities, and nothing to do but hang with my girls and relax. We opened the glass door just a crack; it was sunny, but there was still a chill, and we could hear the waves crashing below. We went shopping on Ocean Ave. a couple times and went for a couple walks on the beach. But other than that, we stayed home and talked and read and talked and cooked and talked and drank hot chocolate and talked and laughed and talked and danced and talked and fell in love with Edward and talked…





Over the past 10 to 12 years, we have all experienced different things. We all have different strengths and weaknesses. We all have struggled with different trials. Our souls are still connected.



I almost cried when I locked the doors and got into the car to drive away.