Me and My Best Friend

(this picture was taken at the Rascal Flatts concert in June for her birthday) (this was right after Corrie found that Tucker had gotten into the frosting Branson had gotten into and left on the table)

This past weekend Corrie and I got to hang out. With 3 little boys that is a rare occurrence these days. I don’t say that like I would change anything about our life. I am extremely blessed, and love my boys more than I ever thought possible, but…

I love hanging out with my best friend. I won’t bore you with the details (though I still think it’s a pretty cool story) but Corrie and I have been friends since we were 13, so when we got married it truly was like the fairytale story of marrying your best friend. That proved to be so beneficial because we had Cooper so early in our marriage. We were married 3 months and found out we were 3 weeks pregnant. Thankfully we had almost a decade of relationship to build on which I can’t imagine not having.

Since then we’ve moved to Atlanta, added 2 more boys to the mix and we stay pretty busy. But this weekend my mother-in-law called an asked to keep the boys so we met her on Friday night with them. Our weekend consisted of:

- dinner at Copeland’s with WAY more conversation than usual
- lots of Netflix on the Wii
- Pacific Seafood & Sushi Buffet
- 2 movies
- dinner at the Varsity
- a trip to the Mall
- & more Netflix on the Wii

We just enjoyed being together. We laughed a ton. We pulled our couch and love seat together in the living room to make a bed type thing and were just LAZY together.

I love her with all my heart and had an amazing time hanging out…just me and my best friend!

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