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Day 30 ~ A Friend

It's hard to pick a friend.
I have so many that I cherish and am thankful for. 
This friendship has been going on since college. 
We actually got to skype last weekend and it was wonderful. 
I love that even though we don't always stay in touch all the time, we can pick up right where we left off.
Last summer, she was in London w/ her hubby for an internship he was doing.
She was able to come visit us during that time.
It was so wonderful having her here! 
I loved having her meet Felix and showing her Vienna.
Love you so much, S!!!!!!


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