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For Kristy (Who Loves to be Loved)

I forgot to mention that my very dearest friend in the whole wide world, Miss Kristy Rhian Norris (and her semi-decent fiance Rich, who will be sleeping on the porch due to his lack of ability to keep his less-than-kind remarks to himself - ehem.) will be traveling alllll the way from Rugby, Warwickshire (that's in England for you geographically challenged folks) on May 24 to visit! Yes - visiting me - in my little hodunk town in northern Utah.

Why? I'm not quite sure...I have told her many a times there will not be the barhopping extravaganza we had when she visited Boston. But there will be hiking -ohhhh there will be hiking. Adventures will be had - for sure. Such as Kristy riding a horse. And meeting Henry. And a trip to Jackson and Moab and Salt Lake and wine and Pinterest and wine and running and more wine and then margaritas to wash down our wine.

And now a sappy montage of me and my Kristy...most of these photos are somewhat shameful HOWEVER I am posting them anyway because they make me laugh


Pretty typical...Kristy in a pink dress and me in workout gear...but I'll have you know that she DID run a half marathon! Girl power.

Nothin' but class

Camp fun

Once again..Kristy in a dress, me in spandex ;) She's a cuter penguin.

Chicago!

Last day of camp

3 years later....we meet again! Boston trip! 

Saint Louis trip!

St. Charles shops

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There you have it! A snippet timeline of me and mah girl. Who would've thunk that 4 years after meeting each other as camp counselors in Michigan that we'd still talk almost everyday? Can't wait to explore Utah with this fine lady!






Oh...Rich is coming too.







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