Here’s to the friends Here's to the friends, that light up our soul, Who show up at our door, when life takes its toll, The laughter, the tears, the bad and the good, Our sisters for life, no need to share blood. The holidays, adventures, and bottomless brunch, The coffee dates, country walks, the spontaneous pub lunch, The singalongs, banter, prosecco and cocktails, The 3am talks and sharing life fails. The stories, the throwbacks, the trips down memory lane, The old photographs that have us all laughing with shame, The ones who support us and celebrate our wins, Who always have our back, through thick and through thin, The brutal honesty and deep conversations, The hangovers, horrors and night out persuasions. The swapping of clothes, "Do you have a bag I can borrow" The ones who dance in our joy and sink in our sorrow, The ones who defend us in absence and believe in our dreams, Who sow our lives back together when it's torn at the seams, The ones who you met and instantly clicked, Our soul sisters for life and the family you've picked. The love stories of our lives that have no end, For there's no greater love story than the love of a friend.