Warm fuzzies

I grew up in four towns. Prior Lake to New Castle to Farmington to Lindstrom. House to house, school to school, best friend to best friend. Since I was 9 years old I have never been able to escape the reality that I am working my way into the group from the outside. So...this is a tribute to the group that I never had to work to be accepted into. We just became a group, became friends, became family. We have our struggles. There's plenty of gossip and bickering, but regardless of all the crap..at the end of the day...there is love. I know the boys wouldn't word it like that. And some of them would never admit they love each other, but screw their stupid, masculine pride. I love them all...all 16 of them. They drive me absolutely mad sometimes, act like douche bags, get pissy for no reason, and gossip like old ladies, but with all of my heart, I love them. They are my confidants and gossip buddies. They notice when I've been too busy to hang around much. They are my smile through tears on a day of disappointments. They are my best friends. So...Steve, George, Tony, Mr. Mark, Bobby, Kevin, Trevor, Nick, Nico, Cory, Mitchell, Bret, Luke, Bair, Evan, and my wonderful boyfriend Mark...hopefully reading this gives you warm fuzzies, because I am talking about you.