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Today I am reminded that my dearest friends are for lack of a better term "AWESOME". I love them so much, I feel disgusted with myself for not telling them more often how key their presence is to my 'joie de vivre'.

I have a sister who amazes me everyday with her strength. Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer. ~Louise Glück. Don't ever stop dancing. Your strength carries me on days that I don't know.

I have a mother who knows that a skinny hazelnut latte and a new lip gloss makes every care in my world fade away. I don't even have to speak. She tells me that I was her first miracle. It knocks me over when she says that.

I have a BFF who is everything and anything other than textbook. When this life finally makes sense to the both of us, we will sit down, laugh ridiculously, and have an extra dirty goose. Or ten. I am blessed beyond measure.

I have one amazing friend who remembers the first car that I drove, that I hate going to bed without the T.V. on, that I secretly love old school ghetto rap, he personally knows all my old boyfriends, knows that I can't even stand the smell of orange gatorade, and that I love ALL ridiculous crime scene shows. If I ever wrote a book about my life, I would ask him to intro it.

I have a college roomate who can make me laugh so hard I cry. Everytime. No one else thinks it's funny, but it is. We have memories that are five plus years old and they still make us die. She was the best partner in crime anyone could ask for (mostly because she always drove the get-a-way blue beater) and she's just an all around sparkly soul.

I have a friend who knows everything about me. Every last one of the scary skeletons in my closet (we've nicknamed them all) and I know hers. We contemplate the pursuit of life, love and happiness, and we solve world problems from a porch. I can tell her everything. Nothing phases her. Seriously. NOTHING.

I can't imagine existing without these people. They color my picture beautiful.