Before Chistmas I got together with a few of my softball friends from high school for delicious Mexican food at Los Hermanos. Although Gabi, Holli, Kandice and Sar-Bear couldn’t make it, me, Kellie, Keeli and Kayla had a great time. I’m so lucky to have such great friends. Gosh I love these girls.

Every so often we try to put together these dinners to see one another and catch up. Each time, our lives have changed more dramatically, and more of us live farther from Springville. I love hearing everyone’s updates because it’s so surreal that we are all real adults with real lives. Imagine that.

Some of us are married. Some still dating. Some in school. Some graduated. Some in Springville. Some in West Jordan, Ogden and Kentucky.

None of us have kids yet. So that’s something. Doesn’t this look like a group of great future mothers?

Some of these girls I haven’t seen in over a year. But it doesn’t matter. We don’t miss a beat. Within minutes we are “glory days”-ing and laughing over inside jokes from 2002 or earlier.

I’m so lucky to have these girls that are still counted among my best friends, 5 years after high school.  They still know me better than almost anyone (Beard). Friends 4 evaaaaaaaa.

The Beard and I talk about this often, especially when we are talking with our single male friends:

A girl having a somewhat consistent, long-term group of friends is a good sign of stability and low levels of crazy. Despite the duck faces. 

We always tell our guy friends that a girl that has a different girlfriend every time you see her – run. Run fast and far.

Because those girls are even too crazy for OTHER GIRLS.

Yikes.