Reunited.

So this past weekend was a big day for our dear friends, the Fisher family. Byron, the youngest boy of 6 went to the Temple and got sealed to his bride for time and all eternity. The Fishers have been like family to us for years.

Their daughter Laura and I became good friends in junior high, which progressed to her becoming my very best friend later in high school. During high school, she introduced the Gospel to me, and experienced everything with my mom and I. From the discussions, to the baptism, to my mom going through the Temple, my first Temple baptisms, our first trip to Utah, my first day at seminary, my first church dance, my first mormon date, my first missionary opportunity, the first time I waited for a missionary...everything. She even gave me my first set of scriptures.

We've gone through so much together, and she's always the first person I call when I need to cry, or have exciting news. I was lucky enough to be her Maid of Honor when she married her husband Greg, and cried when she called me with the news that they were pregnant with their first baby (my first niece!) Samantha. Although they live in Arizona, and soon to be moving to Oklahoma, I've grown really attached to Sammy, and still long for the day when Laura and I will live next door to each other in our dream houses, connected by a big yard and tire swing, and be able to raise our babies together like we've always planned. It's hard when your best friend is in a different stage of her life than you, because it's harder to relate to each other. But, hopefully when she's on her second or third baby, I'll be on my first or second, that way one of our kids will end up together. That's the dream anyway.

With all this said, you can imagine my excitement to be able to see Laura and Sammy and Byron's wedding. It was a much needed reunion. There is no one that loves me or understands me the way Laura does.

I don't care how old we are, whenever we get together, it's like we're back in high school, laughing hysterically, running around like little girls.

The last time I saw Sammy she was a tiny little baby with dark brown hair.

I looked down in the stroller, and there was my girl with her big blue Fisher eyes, with all this blonde hair, smiling and laughing at my faces and voices, and giggling when I tickled her. And I'm loving that now we're both blondes. Beauty soulmates for life.
I can't believe how big she is. Guess Aunt Nicole will have to go buy Sammy some new clothes! Oh darn! :)

It was a wonderful night, a sweet reunion, and made me once again realize how lucky I am to have such an amazing best friend, and grateful that bonds don't rely on state lines or phone calls. Friends like Laura are eternal.

I love you Fishy!