Who would pick San Diego over Minnesota? PFFT.

Kelsey and I walked past rows and rows of jelly belly beans, saltwater taffy, and freshly made fudge in every chocolate imaginable. After picking out our treats the cashier said, "You two look like you're going to a party!" We laughed, more about the fact that we had once again {accidentally} worn matching outfits than about being overdressed for a candy shop.

Sitting outside on a bench as we shared a homemade mint chocolate truffle, two old ladies came through the shop door. With their arms linked they giggled and dug into a giant bag of chocolates. They were wearing white and black from head to toe, just like us.

It was like seeing a self portrait of our friendship 30 years in the future. We'll still be out shopping and eating and talking; all dressed up to share some chocolates.

Friends since we were eight, Kelsey and I have seen each other through 3rd grade recesses, the first middle school boy/girl partyl, high school proms, getting grown-up jobs, giddy date preparations, break-ups, break downs, horrible haircuts, countless sleepovers, and more honesty, truth and support than I thought was possible in a friendship. 

{Kels + Cal, 1998}

We've spent most of our lives living less than a mile away from each other and the fact that in two weeks she is leaving me to get her master's degree in California breaks my heart. Not the master's degree part...just the California part. Even just thinking about her moving across the country is making me cry! I'm so excited for her grand adventure to begin and I can't wait to start planning my first trip to visit her. Soon.

 {Kels + Cal, 2010}

The west coast doesn't know how lucky it is to be getting my bestie.

P.S. Dear Kelsey Rose, Please don't shoot me for posting that picture from 8th grade. Our awkwardness was TOO cute to pass up. Love, Caley Jennifer