Summer 2015
Summer 2015.
WHAT A BLASTIE-BLAST. Maine air was the best oxygen to come back to: so fresh and so clean clean.
The sky was so blue and beautiful and I cried from laughter biking trails with my family because my father is HILARIOUS. Kayaking and hiking and pancakes and lobster ohmygosh.
Then north to my second family: to Teddy, to the Daylight Donut Shop, to jamming out to JT in the car because Gabe and his beard loves a (seriously cool) girl. #groomswoman
And we're doing it in the car all the way to Meade to see my favorite 6'9" friend but also to become a highly uninformed human earthworm (aka cave-diving). Number of curse words I said while crawling through the earth's chocolate pudding: infinity. But no one will ever know how much I love this beached whale of a memory - but next time I'm wearing knee pads.
Then Qdoba w/J-Frank because it's not everyday you get a visit from China's very own Sarah Wyckoff. And have I mentioned honey BBQ boneless wings around a table of your best guy friends and their rock-star boo-thangs? There's not much I love more than seeing how happy my people are when they are with their person. When great people love your people, you get all kinds of feels: grateful feels, happy feels, proud sister feels. Feels to infinity and beyond.
And a little pew-pew with my Pops because 'MURICKA. And cousin Welcome Back/Bon Voyage Saturdays and morning talks in the kitchen.
Bestie lunch at the Lunch Box because hey, we're not just adulting, but adulting LIKE. A. BOSS. Then throwing down a wicked "German Swedish Maiden Stomp" at Dyl & Janay's wedding because what kind of DJ "doesn't have" the whip/naenae? So we just hit the dance floor with the deep-bro-squat instead.
And of course piano bars and bachelorette parties and chips and salsa with my Tessa Boo Boo. (She is getting married in Mexico as I type this). *insert distressed emoji to display how BUMMED I am that I'm not there in person*
And contemplating abstract art in OKC with Sarah and Maria makes me feel sophisticated. Or at least makes me feel like I'm good at pretending I'm sophisticated. I wore red wedges and drank Blue Moon, so I think it's safe to say that I'm nailing it. We laughed like little girls when I turned off the fan. Because we are adults.
And of course the long-awaited BBAB reunion in the hobbit hole with slumbies and make-shift ice blenders and house-hunting. We are becoming the very people we hoped to become years ago: a dietitian, a therapist, a missionary. So we miss each other in advance and we ugly cry home because it's easy to be proud of one another and even easier to miss one another. The dreams we whispered to each other in the Tabor townhouses are now being shouted from the rooftops and lived out in the streets. Standing in the midst of these wild, beautiful days is a gift I could have never imagined. It is the most gracious kind of harvest a heart could ask for.
We're really doing it, aren't we? Each one of us. You. Me. We're chasing our dreams like BBAB's. Because that is what we are: dream-chasing BBAB's. We're chasing them to Cancun and saying wedding vows with sand between our toes. We're chasing them to Canada for missionary training. We're chasing them to a middle-school science classroom, to a kindergarten classroom, to Minnesota, to grad-school, to Chinerr.
Summer 2015: important, full, hilarious days that showed me anyone can make money, but memories truly are the most priceless thing we can make with our time.
WHAT A BLASTIE-BLAST. Maine air was the best oxygen to come back to: so fresh and so clean clean.
The sky was so blue and beautiful and I cried from laughter biking trails with my family because my father is HILARIOUS. Kayaking and hiking and pancakes and lobster ohmygosh.
Then north to my second family: to Teddy, to the Daylight Donut Shop, to jamming out to JT in the car because Gabe and his beard loves a (seriously cool) girl. #groomswoman
And we're doing it in the car all the way to Meade to see my favorite 6'9" friend but also to become a highly uninformed human earthworm (aka cave-diving). Number of curse words I said while crawling through the earth's chocolate pudding: infinity. But no one will ever know how much I love this beached whale of a memory - but next time I'm wearing knee pads.
Then Qdoba w/J-Frank because it's not everyday you get a visit from China's very own Sarah Wyckoff. And have I mentioned honey BBQ boneless wings around a table of your best guy friends and their rock-star boo-thangs? There's not much I love more than seeing how happy my people are when they are with their person. When great people love your people, you get all kinds of feels: grateful feels, happy feels, proud sister feels. Feels to infinity and beyond.
And of course piano bars and bachelorette parties and chips and salsa with my Tessa Boo Boo. (She is getting married in Mexico as I type this). *insert distressed emoji to display how BUMMED I am that I'm not there in person*
And contemplating abstract art in OKC with Sarah and Maria makes me feel sophisticated. Or at least makes me feel like I'm good at pretending I'm sophisticated. I wore red wedges and drank Blue Moon, so I think it's safe to say that I'm nailing it. We laughed like little girls when I turned off the fan. Because we are adults.
And of course the long-awaited BBAB reunion in the hobbit hole with slumbies and make-shift ice blenders and house-hunting. We are becoming the very people we hoped to become years ago: a dietitian, a therapist, a missionary. So we miss each other in advance and we ugly cry home because it's easy to be proud of one another and even easier to miss one another. The dreams we whispered to each other in the Tabor townhouses are now being shouted from the rooftops and lived out in the streets. Standing in the midst of these wild, beautiful days is a gift I could have never imagined. It is the most gracious kind of harvest a heart could ask for.
We're really doing it, aren't we? Each one of us. You. Me. We're chasing our dreams like BBAB's. Because that is what we are: dream-chasing BBAB's. We're chasing them to Cancun and saying wedding vows with sand between our toes. We're chasing them to Canada for missionary training. We're chasing them to a middle-school science classroom, to a kindergarten classroom, to Minnesota, to grad-school, to Chinerr.
Summer 2015: important, full, hilarious days that showed me anyone can make money, but memories truly are the most priceless thing we can make with our time.
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