i'm a worrier.  i worry about the future.  about what i should eat for lunch.  about how often i should bathe my dog.  about whether or not it's good to floss.

but being a worrier isn't all bad.  worrying lead me to planning.  type 'a' pyschopath list making.  umbrella carrying, hand gel using, 'let me see if i can pencil you in'.  i'm that girl.  obnoxious?  well, yes.  but at least you'll know who to ask for nail clippers on a chicken bus bouncing through some mountainside of guatemala.

two weeks ago i had a worrier's nightmare.  my three bestfriends came to guatemala.  let me clarify:  there was nothing more magical than the idea of my ladies here.  but let me clarify: guatemala is hard to predict.  enter: worry.  but i've got my handy remedy, mr. plan-the-heck-out-of-the-trip itinerary.

and so, here we were.  waltzing around guatemala together.  reaquainting eachother with the small details that make our lives ours.  hearing about little drama, attractive men, endless work, growing family, and watching our dreams float around us...

there comes a time when you start to appreciate what you have.  why is that?  and it has taken me a while to see how special it is to grow up and grow old with three women who inspire me in such distinct ways.  who keep me in check.  who teach me how to give more of myself.  who know, just as well as i do, that no matter how far away we live or how different we become,

we are four pieces

and one heart.