I flew out to North Carolina last Friday to visit Charity and Andy in their spring-fresh, academic-filled, adorably-neighborhooded town of Chapel Hill. It’s hard to know how to blog about such an experience besides relating it in the most shallow, obvious terms possible because I don’t know how to share publicly the depth of my relationship with Charity. Suffice to say, Charity is the closest thing I have to a sister as we grew up together since age 12. We actually got annoyed in high school by friends who’d see only one of us, then ask, “Where’s Charity?” or “Where’s Rebecca?” I think that was the point where we found a few non-mutual friends. Ha! As my beloved sister-friend, Charity knew it was high time for me to see her new home in North Carolina, where’s she’s lived with her husband for almost four years now.

Andy and I conspired via email, surprised Charity with news of my visit a few weeks ago, Jeremy graciously let me go, and I hopped on a plane for a wonderfully relaxing weekend.

The photo above is my favorite of Charity and Andy. I think it captures their cozy, sweet marriage. The one below cracks me up and makes me happy. Who wouldn’t be happy her friend found a great guy who dips and smooches her in the front yard, not once but twice for the camera?

The final pic is proof that I actually visited Chapel Hill. There are red buds and dogwoods blooming nearby a quaint little stream in the background. Today it snowed in Lincoln. ‘Nuff said.