Ready! Aim! Fire!

I live with four of my best friends. And I love them for so many reasons. Truly, we’ve been through the fire and the rain together. Life is never boring.
Ashley: I think I caught our microwave on fire…

Me: Is that metal? Ash, did you put a metal pan in the microwave?!?!

Ashley: *pause* …it’s oven safe!

Me: That’s not the same thing! Did anything happen to it?

Ashley: *laugh laugh laugh* It sparked!

Me: You can’t put metal in the microwave!

Ashley: What else should I use?!

Me: A plate. A microwave-safe plate.

Ashley: Well apparently NOTHING is microwaveable these days!
And now we are jamming to The Preacher’s Wife soundtrack. I love my life.

Grace and peace,
Hope

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Memory Lane

Two posts in one day. To make up for yesterday’s missing post, of course.

Today is the day one of my oldest and dearest friends becomes a real 21-year-old human being.

Freshman year of high school, I sat down in my Geometry class across the aisle from Kisa. We shared our pretzels. We did the chicken dance at each other when the world wasn’t watching. We got yelled at by Mrs. Eplett. Twas the start of a beautiful friendship.

We went on to burn fake apple pies together, rescue baby birds together, be each other’s Homecoming/Prom dates. We road tripped to Ohio, we surprised Christine with after school visits, we complained about stuff.

Band trips, broken bones, Halloween parties, really salty peanut butter cookies, Chemistry with Mrs. Gaskin, Harry Potter theories, birthday parades, Dave Matthews Band, tang tang ooh gah gah tang, Turkey Creek, Florida room, Apples to Apples, Taco Town, Quelf, jazz band, Jamey Aebersold camp, Disney World, Disney World again, bike rides, downtown adventures, physics talk, God talk, college roommate, $5 boxed wine, dining hall times…

There are more memories than I can possibly remember. I don’t think there is anyone that I’ve shared more life with than Kizbah.

We fight. We laugh. We cry. She is a gud friendz.

Happy Birthday, Kisa!

I love weddings!

Quality time has ALWAYS been the way to my heart. If you want to show me you love me, ask me to run errands with you or sit next to you on the bus or grab lunch or whatever. The ultimate? Road trips. Hands down. But even when I was a wee lass, I was the errand buddy who would tag along when my parents had to run errands. Getting a broken wrist or a case of pneumonia meant a plethora of doctor’s visits, resulting in special time with the Mama. Learning to drive a manual car meant just me and my dad on the open road (which often ended up in a brawl because apparently forgetting to use the turn signal is comparable to decapitating the driver in front of me, but that’s far beside the point).

So anyway, you can imagine my excitement when my best girlfriends and I were asked to be bridesmaids in a wedding together up in Shreveport this past weekend. It was a four hour drive, we all shared a hotel room, we got ready for the dinners together, we drove ALL OVER Shreveport together. We danced together, ate together, laughed together, cried together, prayed together. It was probably one of the best weekends I’ve had in a really long time.

Not to mention getting to watch two of my best friends get married! Jess and David have given me an absurd amount of love over the past year and a half. There are few friendships over the course of my life that have shaped me as profoundly as theirs. At the rehearsal dinner, people were toasting left and right. I started thinking about all they had helped me through. I was so moved. By the time I finally got the nerve to stand up, I immediately lost all composure, along with the ability to speak like a well-educated woman. And to breathe properly.

David and Jess, you mean the world to me. I love you so much.