clark, lacy, ruthie & darby

after a year at wcu, i realized that the only thing that school had to offer me was chris. and while some may think that $8000 is a lot to spend on a boyfriend, i beg to differ. that investment has paid mad dividends.so, i did some research and decided to go to uncg. it’s where i met lacy. it’s sort of a long and embarrassing story that i should refrain from telling, but i’ll spill because i like you. i arrived at my new school during spring break and there were maybe 10 students on campus. i decided to drive around in my silver eclipse and check out the city before my roommate arrived later that weekend. one problem, my garage card didn’t work. i swiped it approximately 300 times but it continued to betray me.  i was stuck on campus. by myself. in a room that smelled like mildew with nothing to eat but a can of pringles. so what’s a girl to do? cry, of course..and call my boyfriend. in a series of sniffles and sobs, i explained how much i already hated my new school. my husband has always been a superhero of sorts and on this day, he pulled his cape from his closet and saved my day. he called a girl that he knew at my school (his roommate’s sister) and asked her if she could call me and invite me somewhere. anywhere. this is the part of the story when i begin to realize just how much of a loser i am,  was, can sometimes be. well, the girl who came and took me to get a milkshake was lacy and we’ve been friends ever since. lucky, lucky me.

she’s like a walk in the rain. sometimes you share an umbrella so you can snuggle in as close as possible and sometimes you keep it closed so you can splash in the puddles. she’s the girl who grabs your hand while you’re at the mall just because she wants to feel your warmth. she lives her life fully and loudly and doesn’t mind if people stare. it’s my favorite thing about her. she married someone as free as her and together they made silly, scrumptious girls.

i swear, her toes almost kissed the sun in this next one

i love this next series of pictures. where they are so tangled, you can't tell where one person starts and the other one ends.

this last one makes me all fuzzy on my insides