These girls have shared my life for the past eighteen years. We have been friends longer than half our lives. We have spent hours shopping together, hours on the phone together, hours swooning over boys together. Slumber parties, formals, exams, concerts, weddings. First bras, first kisses, first babies. We were each others’ bridesmaids and never once argued over the dresses or shoes. At 30 we don’t see each other quite as much, but always pick up where we left off.
I love these girls.
(Piccie taken at last week’s 30th at a gorgeous restaurant overlooking the Yarra River in Melbourne.)