Beachin' it up with Babb-to-be

Last weekend, I went to Tracy's bachelorette party in Port Aransas, TX (Moore party, more fun!). I am outrageously lucky that I met her and so many other good friends in 6th grade -- FOURTEEN YEARS AGO. I never got it when, in college, other people would grimace and use the term "high school friends" in a not-so-kind way, like they were glad to have "outgrown" them. Ick. Please. These gals are great. I totally have their backs.

Anyway, here's what's changed in the last decade or so:
1. We apply sunscreen (serious stuff, SPF 30 or 70) rather than baby oil or that coconut baking butter junk, which I still love the smell of.
2. We make up cocktail recipes instead of dances.
3. No more lip liner and no more bangs.

Here's what hasn't:
1. I still love swimming in the muddy brown, bath temperature gulf.
2. We still stay up too late and keep talking even after the lights are out.
3. We still talk about the boys we like (although most of us are married to them now).

Old friends smile happily in the shark jaws

Then I got to come home to perfection: my Luke, who cleaned and bought cream puffs while I was gone; his cuteness, who continued the Reign of Adorability; and Ellen, who sewed an apron and chef hat for me! Really, how did I get all of this?!? Thank You.

"I hereby decree that you hand over all the hugs!"