I love my friend.

My friend Leslie is coming in town this weekend. We used to work together at SANDAG - way back when. She moved to Sacramento a few years ago to go to law school and now she is some big shot, fancy smancy environmental lawyer (which I'm very proud of). When she lived in San Diego, she, Rebecca and I would do so many fun things together. This was pre-kid fun, mind you. We would have dinners at Leslie's house - a haven from the shared and hairy living environments Rebecca and I were forced to be a part of - also known as marriage. We would go on hikes, out to dinner, to movies, you know, the regular chick stuff. I miss all that, but mostly I miss our talks. Leslie is one of those people that everybody likes and wants to be friends with. When she is talking to you, she makes you feel like you are the only person in the universe and has about 10 questions lined up at all times to ask you about yourself (and I LOVE talking about me!). She is out-spoken, geniune, honest, funny as hell, and laughs a lot. So on top of feeling super important because you've just been talking about yourself for 10 minutes, she also makes you feel hilarious because she's constantly laughing. And on the rare occasion, when you can get her all to yourself, you can learn about her. She's also very beautiful.

So Leslie, this is my little homage to you. All of my friends deserve a shout out, but today is Leslie's day. Thank you for flying 3,000 miles to be in my wedding. Thank you for flying 500 miles to attend Rebecca's and my 1 year old's birthday parties. Thank you for flying 500 miles to run the last five miles of my marathon with me (and for the really cool shirts). And thank you for being my friend and my family. I love you.