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A Few Sunny Days

What can I say?

Not very much. All I know, is every once in a while when I find myself down, bummed, or even pissed, that no matter what I have the best friends that back me up. Help me stand, and teach me to fight again.

I don't give them enough credit for all they go through with me. Whether it be listening to me vent, dealing with my heartless-ness, having me bark outside their window. Pretending to be a clingy girl friend, or just putting up with the daily smart ass comments I make. They are always there.

This last weekend I had so many glorious times, and it's even better because it's lovely fall weather out there.

So here are my friends.

Desirae.
Man, this girl has been with me since the beginning. Even though she's married now, she still takes time to be wonderful to me. ( we took a TON of pictures this weekend. )


Then there's Amanda. She's just grand. She hasn't been in my life for the longest, but man has she made a difference for me. She was baptized into the LDS church only days after I started coming to church. She was one of the first friendly people to me. For that I cherish her. ( We also took pictures this weekend)



Then we have Christie. This girl. What can I even say. She has basically become a sister to me. She lives with me, and well, she puts up with the full Shay! Whether it's morning Shay! Studying Shay! Pissed Shay! Or hyper and can't sleep Shay! She deals with it all, and loves me through everything. and I mean EVERYTHING. She is an example of strength and courage. I admire her greatly.



Then I have Katy. Gosh I love this girl. She was not only my roommate when I moved to Salt Lake, but also my saving grace. She helped me adjust to being in a new country, a new state, and a new school. She taught me lessons of living alone, and how to cook cheap, easy, and fast. (Lessons I have loved) We would spend hours walking around the city, and just talking. I love how nothing gets this girl down. She is the happiest person I know!



Last but not least..

Mar Mar (Marlanda) This girl has helped me stay sane (I hope I've done the same for her.) She has watched me fall apart, and not judged when I'm stupid. She is supporting and loving. She's the type of girl who, if she loves you, will sacrifice her own interests to help you. There is nothing better than that. (I'm sorry I don't have many recent pictures)



So just a quick reminder: if your family seems far away, or you feel just a little lonely, count the other blessings God has placed in your life. I like to call them friends.

Whenever you are scared you walk alone, remember, you don't have to. Thank you for being in my life! (Emotional rant done)


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