Today is my best friend's birthday. We have known each other/gotten in trouble together for the past 24 years (oh my God! I just had to use a calculator to figure out how long we've known each other). I'm so blessed to call Marion my friend and I cherish all of our memories together: getting in time out at gymnastics, drinking an obscene amount of blue Powerade in junior high, getting in time out at diving, drinking on obscene amount of wine, road trips, long weekends at the Pendleton Roundup, lots of snuggling and movie watching, trips to Puerto Rico, being at each other weddings, and raising our babies together.
At gymnastics. You can't tell from these photos how much trouble we got in from talking too much during practice but, let me tell you, we did a lot of crunches.
In Junior High. 
From the photobooth at our wedding. My wedding to Kyle, not to Marion. Marion and I would kill each other after three days if we were married.
I wish I could convey how much Marion means to me, how much I admire her, and value her friendship. Marion will stand up for you when you're being bullied, she will jump on an airplane and fly to your side if she senses you need a hug, she writes heartfelt letters and sends postcards. She is not judgmental, she is patient, honest, extremely fun and fiercely loving.
These are the reasons I chose her to be Gigi's Godmama. I know that G has someone in her life that she can ask for help, have a lot fun with, trust her heart with, and who will be there for her if she needs support. I know that because that's what Marion has done for me.
Marion, you mean the world to me. Happy Birthday wonderful friend.
