To My Kansas City Sisters…

You know who you all are. You’re an army of amazing women I am beyond blessed to call my sisters.

You are one of the biggest reasons why moving to Denver has been such a bittersweet transition for me.

I came to Kansas City as a newly-married, 25-year-old baby and you took me under your wings. Now, I’m a full-fledged ahjumma and I’m proud of it (well, minus the mini-van…soon!).

You showed me how to laugh about the things our husbands would do that would drive us crazy, and helped me realize that marriage is messy and imperfect and something you have to fight for every day.

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Birthday Questions

 

It was the spring of 2007, when I met her.  We were both high school seniors, eagerly anticipating the new season of life that would be college, adulthood, and freedom.  We were the only two declaring education as our major in our cohort of 40 students who had been invited to the university for a chance to interview for five full-tuition scholarships.  I didn’t land that scholarship.  But I gained something much more valuable.  We decided to be roommates after spending that week together, never realizing we would become lifelong friends.

This year will be nine years of celebrating birthdays together.  She created a tradition early on that would stick with us through all of our birthdays, whether we were physically together or not to celebrate them.  Each birthday, she would ask the first two questions to the birthday girl and the last question to our group of close friendsRead more…