Julia. Kate. Sara Beth.

You three have made my freshman year of college one that I will never forget.

Through the laughter, the tears, the 3 a.m. “come to Jesus” moments, getting the scoop on each others’ boyfriends (yay! Kate is no longer the seventh wheel!), driving a combined 13 hours to be together when tragedy strikes, and obnoxious group messages, you three have made me so utterly grateful for you.

Julia,

Thank you for never changing who you are. Thank you for always reminding us to let our inner child shine. You are crazy. You are wild. You are loud. You are an amazing softball player (not better than me though). You drive me crazy when you climb all over me. You eat like no other and that’s alright, because we all do. I love walking through Walmart talking about God with you. I love that you always want to make people feel loved, even when I don’t. Thank you for screaming and not breaking promises. Thank you for allowing us to be there for you in one of the hardest moments of your life. I promise to share my food with you next year… well some of it.

Kate,

Thank you for laughing at my jokes when no one else does. Thank you for spontaneously driving eight hours to my house. You are ridiculously loud, and I don’t think you realize it. You can sing very well with your opera-y voice. You always offer to drive, even on a moments notice. You always want to go, go, go. You think ice cream has calories for some reason and I don’t understand. You always have to have the last word, and I don’t know if that’s good or bad. Thank you for always encouraging my ideas and jumping for an off campus trip. You make me smile and make me laugh and sometimes make me roll my eyes but that’s okay; it’s normal.

Sara Beth,

Thank you for having the kind heart that you do. Thank you for always uplifting everyone even when you are the one that needs to be lifted up. You are incredibly smart. You worry way too much. You eat a jar of peanut butter a week and sometimes it makes me sick to think about. You love that I love the little things in life. You bite your tongue when you want to scream. You’re the one that I can sit in the car and talk with for hours about anything and everything. You’re the one that lays on the hallway floor crying with me over our boyfriends. You are the Rory to my Lorelai, and for that, I thank you.