It all started here in the Lone Star State:
A Colorado girl who loved Paris, red, high heels, and decorating.
A Texas girl who loved tea, pink, anything comfy, and flats.
When we first met, I thought she was prissy. She was just so dang gorgeous, and She was wearing 3 inch heels. We were at freshman orientation of all things. Heels for real? I was in a T-shirt, a skirt and my “good” flip-flops. She seemed to fit right in with all the girls around us- and I felt like an outsider.
But as we went through orientation, the two of us just talked and talked.
We learned we love to decorate.
We can’t stand people who are fake.
We were always taller than all the guys in high school, and were so glad that we had made the leap to college “men” (and she already had one who later became her darling Mr.)
We shared a mutual love of shabby chic- and the Eiffel Tower, which she had seen, and I had not.
We were suckers for a good chick flick.
We couldn’t wait to see the bears- Judge and Joy.
And we loved Jesus- and that was what really defined us.
As my mom and I drove home from that orientation, I told her, “That girl, she is awesome. We will be best friends. Sister kind of friends.”
One French-inspired dorm room later, I was right. Rach was certainly not a priss. She was a sister. We laughed until we cried, jumped in rain puddles, took mini vacations, slept in, went to class, sometimes skipped, ate a million chicken quesadillas, wore high heels that made us 6’ and encouraged each other to love Jesus more. We were Roomies.
Over Easter break our freshman year, I got an excited phone call, a picture of the ring and it was bittersweet . In the spring, classes were over and she was packed up, ready to my back to be with her fiancé. We were never roommates again, and actually we never lived in the same city again. But we still got together every time we could.
Two weddings (and two maid/matrons of honor) later- we were still Roomies. 
After our freshman year, the closest we ever lived to each other was 5 hours driving. Now its multiple states. It keeps getting harder and harder to see my sweet friend. I miss her like crazy.
And much to my surprise, I got a phone call Thursday telling me a reunion was due. Sunday to be exact. Right here in the Lone Star State.
Roomie, I love you, I am so glad I got to see you! I miss you like crazy- and I can’t wait to see you again!
Love,
So Fly
And I am not going to lie that one color was inspired by this...
