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Time flies when you are busy, overworked and exhausted.

I feel like I blinked and now it’s a week out from my own wedding. I’m getting married to the love of my life in a week. I couldn’t be happier or more excited.

But first, the bachelorette night courtesy of Josie my maid of honour.

I knock on her apartment door, box in hand and question ready on my lips.

“Oh Em you look nice, did you want Josie?” Austen asks opening the door to greet me.

“Thank you and yes I would like my best friend.”

“Did Kingston ask you yet?”

“Yeah last night although I’m kind of sad I didn’t get a box too.”

“Oh well, guess you don’t have the better best-friend.”

That’s something we all fight over who has the better best-friendship, which duo is better. The sisters by love or brothers by choice. We don’t know. There will never to be a correct answer.

Because really we are just a lucky bunch of people to be surrounded by amazing company that we get to share, live and love with.