Photo find Friday.

It was a snow day during our junior year of high school when my friend Morgan and I really solidified our best friendship. All of our friends had congregated at Morgan’s house for the day to “play in the snow.” Not quite sure how much playing we actually did, but the point was that we were all together.

I had only worn jeans, and they were completely soaked. So Morgan offered to help me find some sweatpants in her (always messy) bedroom. Of course, there were none. Next best option? Pajama pants. Under my jeans.

You have probably never actually tried to pull jeans over pajama pants, but let me tell you, it is difficult. I managed to get the jeans on and buttoned, but the pajama pants themselves had migrated up around my knees. At this point we had pretty much collapsed into giggling.

Here I am, tugging at the pajama pants to no avail, laughing so hard I am now crying, when Morgan looks up at me with her trademark devilish grin and asks,

“How good of friends are we?”

This is a question we still ask today. The answer? Good enough friends for her to reach up my jean legs and pull down the pajama pants.

Morgan and I were best friends by our junior year, but I never could have imagined being so close into our adulthood. Snow days and formal dances gave way to college graduations and even weddings.

Which brings us to this photo. More than 5 years after our snow day-pajama pants-plight… and Morgan is still helping me get situated from the ground up, with the same devilish grin.

Thanks for fixing my pants, and my garter. Thanks for making my life infinitely more fun, and for your unconditional friendship. I adore you, Morgan Liz!

Photo credit: Fullam Photography