Niamh is my very best girlfriend in the whole world.
I try and bring her to all me and my sisters' girl nights.(Except when the movie is too old, of course:)...
We have our moments, like all really good friends do. When she is ignoring me. And I am giving her my stinkiest eye. And there is huffing and puffing. From both of us.
Then there are sorrys. And, are you still my best friend? questions. And hugs. And more hugs. And pinches on the behind:). Cuz that makes her laugh. And me too:).
We think the same things are funny. We spend way too much time on my iphone Juxtaposer app...taking pictures of each other, then switching our heads. My head, her body/ her head, my body. Tonight, we put our heads on Monster High dolls:). Yeah, it was pretty awesome!
She is scared of the same things as me, which include (among other things): tornadoes, falling trees, daddy long-legs, and blood. Oh. And we are both hypochondriacs. To the tenth degree. (She thought she caught tuberculosis from a mummy at the museum we went to this week...on the brink of spazing in the mummy exhibit.)
Everything is special. And she saves her *most special* things in life for her future daughter...Which is really kinda cool. I know she understands that I loved her way before I ever met her. And that I often see myself as a little kid when I look at her.
She plays in my heels. And wears nightgowns after 4 pm. She hates tights. And loves to wear my lip gloss.
She is short and sweet. We like to tease her about how small she is. But I always tell her-- Some day you can be carried by a prince. For some of us, that is not in the cards:). Shortness seems kinda romantic this way.
And we made up a best friends handshake (her idea:). "Best Friends Foreva!!" Clap own hands. Clap each other's hands. Eskimo Kisses.
I know a lot about Selena Gomez. She knows a lot about Johnny Cash.
She has cried for her friends. In my bedroom. Because she loves deeply.
And when a boy on the playground told her tattoos were bad, she kicked him in the shins...
...Because she loves her family deeply, too:).
She is my favorite chick in the world. A total mix of all the girls in my family...from my mom, to my sisters, to myself...A little piece of each of us. And still very much her own.
I'm so thankful for her precious and sparkly heart.
what are some of the little, everyday
things you love most