Let me tell you about these friends of mine.
These are the kind of friends the fly to Utah twice a year- just to see you for the weekend.
They make the long journey to Salt Lake for your wedding- and then throw you a surprise bachelorette party.
When you are in Sacramento and your car breaks down- they will zip over and pick you up and let you stay the night at their house.
They make you laugh so hard you literally fall to the ground out of breath.
Leigh and Mexi came to Utah to visit for the weekend. Mexi’s name is really Lorena, but we don’t call her that. We call her Mexi because she is Mexican and also because its funny. Friday we took the tram up to the top of Snowbird ski resort.
I thought Mex was going to lose her Marshmallow Mateys on the way up.
But she didn’t.
We went to dinner with the Provo girls:
and participated in the Ward Christmas Party
where Jazz learned some new gang signs:
*Nice Try, but your face totally gives you away.
But Sunday came, and the girls had to return to San Francisco. And true to tradition, we took a selfie at the airport. If you look closely, you might spy a BEARDY JAZZ in the background!
And now my spare room is empty, my kitchen table set for two. They are the bestest of friends and I am very lucky to count them as mine. I miss them already, and can’t wait for the next time they make the trek to the ‘Tah.