It's pretty simple. I cook a big meal, and about twenty people come over and devour said meal, and leave me with lots of dishes to do. Well, "leave me" isn't exactly the correct term since every time they try to do something, I end up yelling at them to get out of my kitchen. Oh well, I still blame them.
Tonight, we had a Wednesday Night Dinner just like any other Wednesday night. I've never seen that many people in an apartment before. Whew! Well, Barn Party Project Pancakes may have it all beat, but who knows...
As a bunch of us were standing around outside, delaying the inevitable getting-in-the-car-driving-away-to-go-home-and-study-for-our-last-exam(s)-EVER, it hit me like a ton of bricks that I may never been in the same close area with these amazing people ever again. At least not all at the same time.
This heartbreak is different from the ones with my girls. My girls are stuck with me for life. So are my grandgirls and my great-grandgirls. These people have molded me into this person. They have prayed for me when I've asked and even times where I haven't had to ask. They showed me that good community doesn't just exist on Summer Projects, but also in real life. We spent every single weekend together my junior year and they emotionally and financially sent me to Lebanon the following summer.
As we were standing around, Kimberly pulled all of the girls into one big group hug. I stood there praying, with my arms around some of the greatest loves of my life, that my girls would know a joy such as this. That this moment could happen again and again. That I would know love like this again. That miles only separated our physical beings but never our hearts and our prayers.
I don't know how many people actually read this thing and I don't know who you are...but if you have made up my heart and life over the last few years, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Thank you for loving me so much that I don't want to graduate.
Thank you for allowing me to love you.
Thank you for eating my cookies, pasta, chicken, and pancakes and always giving my ego a boost when you clean your plate.
Thank you for allowing me to call you "mine".
Thank you for putting up with insanity and my drama and my mood swings and my sass.
Thank you for praying for me.
Thank you for allowing me to pray for you.
Thank you for sharing your time with me.
Thank you for sharing your life with me.
Thank you for sharing your hearts with me.
Thank you for this amazing adventure that I get to call 'college'.
Thank you for...
for...
everything.
I truly don't take it lightly.
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