miss tricia ragsdale.

Let me tell you a little something about my friend, Tricia Ragsdale.

Tricia is fierce.


She was one of the first friends I made in the dance program at BYU. She was a jazz baby from Denton, Texas—raised on drill team and high kicks. We danced together for four years, always in the same companies and classes. I wish you could see this girl dance. I just want to bottle some of that confidence and power and drink it for breakfast every day. This girl is fierce. And, she is a fierce friend. I would trust her with anything. I spend more time with Tricia than I do with my own husband. I feel sorry for Sam, because when Tricia leaves I will have way too much energy to unload by myself. We dance all morning, and then spend the rest of the afternoon sitting across from each at work in the neuroscience office making ridiculous faces. She is one of those friends that you can show your whole self to—the self that only sees the light of day when you are alone in an elevator. She is great.

Tricia is leaving me this weekend, and since I am leaving town this afternoon, today is our last day together. We are celebrating by sharing our love of baked goods and picking up apple fritters from Provo Bakery. Then, she will head back to Texas for the summer.

I’m going to miss her… a lot.

In the fall she will start graduate school at Arizona State University. I know she will kill it. Get it girl.

Ps. I’m heading down to Arizona this afternoon for the sister trip! I can’t wait!

(photo credit: Josh Rossi)

1 comment:

  1. Fierce. That's a good word for Tricia. So excited for you graduates. :-) P.S. I really like your blog.