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?!

Seriously??

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.

GET READY.

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.