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I've had the pleasure of having so many friends over the years. School, church, work, I'm so grateful for all the lessons my friends have taught me. But, at this moment, there are some really special ladies who have really stuck with me. So naturally, they're all my bridesmaids or honorary bridesmaids. I went through my pictures to find the most recent pictures I had with all of these ladies, and it was quite sad how long it's been since I've gotten a picture with them. I guess we're just having too much fun to pull out a camera. This makes me even more excited for June 7th, we can all get pictures together again :)

(in the order blogger decided to upload pictures)

Miss Joice :) My roommate, and personal makeup artist. We get so girly together and would stay up late at night telling stories. Even though we no longer live together, whenever we talk we pick things right back up and I know we always will be able to. Living together for a year does that :)

Becca! She was my other roommate last year. Her and I were on the same wavelength in so many ways. She was the one I went to when I couldn't talk to anyone else and she always there. I have asked her the weirdest questions and she didn't even bat an eye. I know she'll be my friend forever even though we're going to live halfway across the country from each other.

Bridget:) I've known Bridget, well, forever. She was in the ward when I moved in when I was four. It wasn't till we were 13ish, 14ish, I can't even remember in that time period where I got to know her. In high school we became really close friends. She helped me through band camp and I went on adventures with her all the time. She showed me my college campus the first time and helped me when I was lost. She's always honest with me and willing to give advice. She's the one who taught me that friends don't have to be put into categories, church friends versus school friends. We have a pretty legit handshake and I know that Bridget will be my friend forever and I'm so glad I know her :) We REALLY need a current picture though.

Britton! I met her when I was 11 and we slowly became close friends. I stood with her every single morning of school in the same spot by the trashcans. She is always there for me with her sweet spirit and always finds the positive outlook on everything. I've never heard her speak a mean word about anyone. She always gives me tips for curly hair and crafting and boys and just how to get through hard things. She's never pushed me to do anything I'm uncomfortable with and completely understands my flakey homebody self. No matter how long it's been or what's going on, it's always the same with us :)

Kelsey! I met Kelsey in 7th grade. Our first conversation was, Hi! I'm Kylee! I play the drums and you play the drums, we should be friends. She's the one I was with the most, and have been through the most. We've always had classes together. We've done everything together. Trek. Band camp. Middle school. Crazy families. Heartbreak. Writing. Everything. There've been rough times. A lot. But that's what happens with friends. They drive you nuts. But then life happens and we're there for each other again and always will be.

My sister. This was literally the last picture I could find of us together, being sat on by my mom and aunt haha! Siblings by chance, friends by choice. IT hasn't always been that way. Growing up can be rough. But now that we're older and friends, it's great. I love the memories of late nights just talking in the dark. Watching House together. Giving that silent look when people start yelling and we feel uncomfortable. She's always there to help me out and tell me that yes, that looks ok for the twelfth time.  She has so much patience and such a sense of humor, I'm so glad that she's my sister :) 

This doesn't even begin to describe these lovely ladies and I know I will never be able to do them justice in words. I love them all so so much and just, ahh : ) I'm so blessed they are my friends forever :) 

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  1. SamaraApril 4, 2014 at 8:35 PM

    That was so sweet! I love you, Kylee! :)

    PS. What an oooold picture hahaha.

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