Friends are friends forever (so corny I know)

I'm not sure where to even begin with this one. Our history goes so far back I can't remember our beginning and I certainly can't imagine an end. We've got pictures of the two of us when we were 2yrs old. We've been through first kisses, driver's licenses, awkward school dances, braces, glasses, headgear (wait, I guess those last three just pertained to me) first dates, weddings, and births. She was my pseudo sister, my cuter twin (see reference above to braces, glasses, and headgear), my first friend, my best friend, my maid of honor, and now 29 years later I get to be her photographer.

Who knew it would take 3 hours to get to Vancouver on a Friday afternoon? What started as a "simple" task of getting the kids ready for pictures and loaded into the car to head to Vancouver turned into a test of patience and probably a few white knuckles. How many traffic jams or accidents could there possibly be in one 30 mile drive? Mmmmm...perhaps 3. THREE??!! Can you believe the bad luck? I think it might be a sign that they need to move closer:)

It was definitely a marathon to get there, but I think it was worth it.