Our October release goes live at the end of this week, but I wanted to give you a few little sneak peeks here. This is such a busy time of creating for me and I love to take a minute and hold them up to the light. It helps me keep track and honor the process and make sure that each of these has their own life.sac petite mendigote sac à dos eastpak air jordan 1 low flyease custom nfl football jerseys black stetson hat keyvone lee jersey oregon football jerseys best human hair wigs for black females sac eastpak custom stitched nfl jersey air jordan 1 element custom sublimated hockey jerseys luvme human hair wigs latex hood borsa prima classe
This card is in honor of my two best friends from college. Wendy and Laura and I have been friends since we met at a rowing recruitment meeting on campus at KU in 1995. For the next 20 years we would grow our friendship through the intensity of college athletics, (rowing in particular), the whirlwind of marriage, the chaos of finding ourselves in the world, the bravery of moving far away from home and flying the coop. Through jobs (so many jobs), law school, two sets of twins (Wendy and I both have boy/girl twins… several years apart), heartbreak, victory, and chaos (so much chaos), we have managed to stand still for each other. These things have shown us who we are and these friends have shown me who I am. No matter how many days, weeks, months go by without speaking or seeing one another, we can somehow manage to not miss a beat. That’s how you know it’s the good stuff.
Over our 20+ years of friendship we have traveled somewhere together every year. To near places and far places. Pop-tents to luxury resorts. Many things have changed over the years, but one thing has stayed annoyingly the same.
A backpack.
Laura has managed to pack for every. single. one. of these trips in a backpack.
Wendy and I, require something with, you know, wheels….more outfit options…we are less prepared to survive in the wild should we not get our precious luggage… I don’t know… we CHECK BAGS. Let’s just leave it at that.
I am not sure why this has become a thing… probably because it never fails to make me feel high-maintenance, but it is now a running joke and something that I can surely set my watch by. This year, within 16 months of one another, we all turn 40 and that backpack is going to be put to the test.
So this card goes out to Laura’s backpack and the symbol of our friendship that it has become. Packed full, well traveled and worn to bits but still kickin’.
Hold on to them. The steadies. That is what this is all about.
xo
