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Yearly Visit

I get to see one of my best friends only once a year. That's what happens when they're going to medical school in the caribbean. I was so happy we got to meet up again and she got to meet Aaron! It's so funny to think that we first met seven years ago and just how much we've changed since then. We had so much fun freshman year and I know I say it over and over again, but I'm so grateful she's a part of my life. 
We got empanandas and Aaron had some of mine and loved it. He immediately loved Joice as well which made me so happy. He's always warmed up immediately to my best friends when he meets him and I feel like that's because they're good people and he can just tell. (It makes me secretly feel a little vindicated when he's grumpy towards people that I also get bad feelings about.) 
He had to play with Joice's phone. 
Then eat her bracelet when he was still hungry after his empanada.
He was totally fine with Joice holding him and was such a good boy while we caught up and talked. 

He wasn't sure about being squished between us though. 
It was a great afternoon of laughs, catching up, discussing all the best new tv shows, and the most delicious ice cream. I'm so thankful for Joice. She's always there to listen to every crazy story I have and we've really reconnected again in the past few months. I've discovered that sending videos is so much easier than texting because I can talk WAY faster than I can type. I love good people and even though it feels like I only have a few friends now, they are definitely high quality. 

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