Summer nights

Caroline's pants and mine, covered in chalk

Caroline on a mechanical bull

Caroline came over late tonight - around 8. Sure, we're just two idiots that love each other like crazy, but she always makes me realize how blessed I am to have such amazing friends. Whenever I feel like I'm alone - there's always someone right there to say that I'm not.

Joey, Caroline, and a I at Surf and Slurp

We were like kids tonight, coloring our pants with chalk and trying to burn each other with sparklers. That's what I love about summer. You get so much down time to just spend with the people you love. Whether we're stuck in traffic after a concert or just at home roasting hot dogs in the fire pit, no matter who I'm with, we have a good time. My friends bring out the best in me. They can make me laugh when I want to cry. They bring me to the corners of my smiles. We can make memories out of something utterly stupid that will last forever. My friends get me. They know me. They're there for me. They're not like my out of state friends, where I only have certain times I can call or talk. No, I can call my friends at 3am and they'll be at my door. 

Cassidy, Joey, Darla and I at the Manti Pageant

So, if my friends are out there, reading this, thank you for lifting me up. Thank you for loving me when no one else would.Thank you for always including me. Letting me know you're there for me. Making me laugh and letting me cry. Thank you for making my sides hurt with laughter and my mouth burn from talking. Thank you for the crazy stunts we've done, the dumb injuries we've received, the times we've been mad and the times we've pulled through. Thank you for the late nights and early mornings. Thank you for being my friend.

Much love, as always,
Erika