recently in my life i have really come to appreciate the constants in my life. yes, i like change.. but only when i initiate it. constants such as family, a happy home, and even simple things like dinner routines and traditions have kept me afloat through the whirlwind they called junior year, oh and then there's
SYDNEY FOOTE.
she has been my bff for as long as i can remember. so many friends have come and gone throughout my life, but not syd. syd is always there. (maybe cause we're cousins but heeeeyyy, i'll take what i can get lol)
today sydney foote turned 16 and so i thought i would take a moment to remind the world that sydney foote is beautiful and funny and stylish and perfect aaaaannnd my best friend.
and also that we had the best childhood in the whole wide world and that it needs to be published on the world wide web.
and also that we had the best childhood in the whole wide world and that it needs to be published on the world wide web.
we were penpals... like the kind where you literally mail letters.
we played "house" occasionally, but the game we played nonstop was "pioneers" #mormonprobs. our moms helped us sew our own little pioneer outfits and then we would treck up and down st. james lane with our dolls in our "covered wagon" (a wagon with noodles bent acrossed it with a white towel over them.)
we were convinced our bitty babies and american girl dolls were "real" (like in toy story) and wouldn't neglect them for a second. we even fed them yogurt and stuff... or at least attempted.
we would watch and rematch "the parent trap" because our relationship was exactly like lindsey lohan's and linsey lohan's.
we would do shenanigans of our own creation like dressing up like a grandma and grandpa and riding our bikes around the hood or doorbell ditching cute boy's houses and then taking off on her purple moped.
we would get all dressed up and then hike up the hill behind her house to take photos on her mom's iPhone 3.
when we got older i would spend weeks at her house going to orchestra camps or tennis camps or sewing camps or whatever we were feeling, really.
we baked chocolate chip cookies literally every night, and even typed up our own recipe in cute courier font and made a cooking video.
we would text neighborhood boys and meet up with them at the "swings" or the "bike trails" where we proceeded to stare at each other awkwardly for 10 seconds, say something like "hey" and then dramatically scoot away on our razors.
we stayed up waaaay too late every night watching cheesy movies like "the prince & me" or "princess diaries," and then we'd stay up even later once "lights were out" just talking or giggling or dancing or whooo knows.
we would start projects like parties or kids camps or blogs (a wannabe-mommy blog, we even used code names LOL) and then never finish them.
we would plan extensive workout routines, and do maybe half of it the first day...maybe. but hey, it's the thought that counts.. right?
now, we still have just as good as a time as we did when we were kids, except we get in trouble for evvvveryything. lol. whether it be ditching out on thanksgiving dodgeball (whoops) to go shopping at DI and take pictures in snow canyon, or just sitting at home literally doing nothing, someway somehow, we'll get in trouble.
baylee forbes, syd and me.
^^it all started the christmas of 2000. i got this dope stroller for christmas and syd was super jelous and kept fighting me for it, and so her mom finally just caved and went and bought her too.
and then we had matching strollers, and i mean, you're just automatically bffs if you have matching strollers. duuuuhh.
matching outfits were our jam
our boy benny
just thought i would leave this here
oh, and we went to NYC together, so that was really a friendship solidifier. also, let's please note the, once again, matching outfits (and hats woot woot)
and that my friends, is sydney foote.
cousins make the best best friends, amiright or amiright??
xo
katie
and that my friends, is sydney foote.
cousins make the best best friends, amiright or amiright??
xo
katie
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