It seems like the time to do it. What with Valentine's Day, the start of new year, etc. etc. Love really comes in all forms.
And this weekend presents a whole new set of criteria for love-li-ness.
One of my girls, my pack - in fact, is getting married. And we're toasting her engagement with a party - on my hometown side of the evergreen state.
This girl, this pack, are my family. My loves. My for-better-or-worse before that term meant a thing to me.
I'm glad to get to celebrate love with her. My Chrisselda. And my three of the original six.
It makes me as happy as I can remember being. Seeing one of these ladies as happy as she's been.
Much love is the bottom line here. To her...and to these fools I've been blessed to call friends for the past 30 years (what up, 3rd grade!).
Sweet, sweet amor - how lucky are we?!
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