Stacey F. Morgan

I have a friend... a good one. Her name is Stacey F. Morgan, & she's from Oregon. We met some years ago at our singles ward, i remember the day she entered our chapel like it was yesterday. She was wearing a bright blue & white poka dot dress, and one of our ward creepers was trying to 'get with that' one of our other friends went and saved her and had her sit with them. So nice. She went up to speak and she only fixed her bangs out of her face a thousand times. Little did i know this fixing hair, bright blue eyed girl would become one of my bestest friends ever. 

Later that same night we both attended the same game night, and played apples to apples. At this time we were both young & awesome- 18ish(?) all the guys in our ward always complained about all these young girls, so well playing this game Stacey & i had our clicking moment in defense to the men calling us 'so young'. Although i don't remember exactly what it was, i know it was a mutual awesome because we both high fived each other with out thinking twice. 

I won't go into what else happened that night, due to 'i don't want anyone to get the wrong impression' hahaha

We gradually became better friends, until one day we were with each other everyday & didn't even realize. There was a lot of hanging out, hot tubbing, going scaring, peeing our pants, trashing boys, random trips, and most of all laughter. 

Like most good friends, we had our 'falling out' but when we fell back 'in' it was better then ever! 

She makes A dumb decision(s) that i don't agree with, and somehow we both continue to like each other. (thought i'd just slip that in there, hahaha) 

She recently came to visit me & Kyle in CAN-a-Da. Although it was a short visit, it was so fun. Well on this trip i realized that she is 'the aunt' to my future(FAR future) offspring that i don't want them turning to for stories. We have stories to tell for days, and inside jokes for weeks. From the moment we picked her up from the airport we were laugggghhing & telling Kyle some of our craziest stories. Some i had forgotten about, but you know it's bad when you can remember the first time you pee'd your pants together(meaning it's bad because you have too many you can't remember the first one) 

Anyway long friendship short... I love her. She is my best friend for more reasons then a list can handle. She's one of the strongest, trustworthy, crazy/insane people i know. My only hope from this is that she can FINALLY know she's worth so much more then she thinks she is. ('i'm sorry, did you just talk to me like i was ugly?') She deserves the world & more. She is a feisty princess & deserves to be treated like one. 

Much love always.