Let me ask a question dear space. How did I get so lucky? How did I get to have so many good, great, amazing, people in my life? My life is what it is mainly because of the people who are in it.
The people who: make me laugh and drink guilty cokes with me
Talk about pretty things and not-so-pretty things with me.
Send me things that let me know I am not forgotten and friendship can last through anything.
People who call me to talk about the world, want to buy my backpacks because you remember I like it.
The people who look at me when I am not at my best and see me for who I really am, and love me for it.
People who visit me, and think I am worth a weekend.
People who gave me memories of moments past that make me grateful for moments now and give me hope for moments to come.
People who help me be an adult and a dreamer all at the same time.
Those who teach me who I should be, and who I want to be, and who I will be.
And oh my goodness to those who have forgiven me for my ever-so-long-short-comings I am very aware of.
I think that the more I realize my own potential in life, and as a person- I inevitably start to recognize the same thing of it in everyone else.
Sometimes I don't make sense on here, and that is OK.
Today I like this song.