PSA: Karla's great!

Karla & I have been friends since my 16th birthday when she crashed my surprise Chili's birthday party. How far we've come since then and how much growing we've done. This year alone I saw Karla in Chicago for Papa's funeral and our big Scandinavian trip (where we ate the most delicious baked goods of all time, relaxed looking over fjords, forced her to take arduous bike rides, etc.). We visited Karla in London during her first weekend living there and wandered all around her new 'home.' All of us met up in Barcelona where Karla smashed a glass with her bare hands, and then, she came to Zurich to visit and celebrate Thanksgiving with us. It was during this past weekend, looking back over this year, how much fun we've had, how real the 3 of us all are together that it just hit me. Damn, we're so lucky to have her in our lives. There aren't many people who can attempt to talk Joe & I off a ledge when we're arguing about something asinine, be told "we don't need a cheerleader right now Karla," and just keep on rolling. Not many friends would not only come along with me to work, but completely rock it, making me look like a lame nanny because she's just so darn fun. I hope the DLP comes out rocking red hair, just because this girl wants it so bad. We're so happy she spent the past few months in London because we know how much our experience has shaped us, forced us to grow and move forward in ways we never expected. Here's to (selfishly) hoping the UK office wants her back someday for another stint cause we sure liked having her on this side of the pond for a while. As Nick said the other day when he was hanging up the phone, 'bye, love you too Karla!'