So this one time.
There were these girls.
Who all of the sudden turned into women (hold the phone..).
Whom I also love, like nobody’s business.
And they went to prahm.
Geez-uh, these women are some of the most loving and compassionate people you will ever meet. Their hearts are sensitive and water-balloon-style-packed-at-the-SEAMS with love. They’re graduated now (what the he-yuck?), but here, ladies and gents, was prahm night. And let me tell you, it meant an immeasurable amount to me to be able to be a part of it. Honestly, I couldn’t even tell you.
And then, she was ready. Would you get a load out of the look on his face when he saw her?!
And a quick pitstop by dinner where I left them to their teenage magic coated merriment while I retreated to some quality time with myself, the sunset, and an orange creme smoothie.
And driving two of them back home (gracious, their poor little bodies were so sleepy #alldaytrackmeet), I looked in my review mirror to see both of their heads rested on the other, sound asleep. Sitting at a stoplight, with the street lights reflecting off the pavement, and an acoustic guitar strumming itself away through my tape player- it was a moment I wouldn’t trade for the world.