Seven Days of Summer-Day 1

Monday’s “30 minutes or more” of Summer, took about 90 minutes and I was thrilled. I took my best friend, Meg, to my favorite Italian place (that is comfortably becoming my least favorite because of how much I eat there), Carrabba’s. We had delicious food, deep conversations, and funny photo ops.



We took the above photo, but then I thought the light was not adequately portraying how I looked that night. So I took the initiative:



I like candid shots, so Meg and I decided to pose...candidly.



But really, we just love each other. Meg and I have known each other, for better or for worse, for the past seven years. There is nothing I can't tell her; there is nothing she can't tell me. She has been like a sister to me while all my family is grown up and in Texas. Last night, we talked about how much we've learned, how much we've changed, and how much fun we've had since those early days of 2002. It is so great to grow up, and it's great to look back and realize the Lord's hand in everything. I know the Lord's hand was in it when Meg and I met.



Favorite Memories With Meg:
- Del Taco runs
- Avril Night at Pizza Pipeline
- Sleeping in a twin bed
-Listening to "The Luckiest" by Ben Folds on repeat
-Coming to visit me at my mission farewell
-Playing kickball with the missionaries
-Delivering a clandestine letter late at night (wink, wink)
-Laughing together
-Crying together
-Her constant "meows" via g-chat
I really could go on forever. And I hope we do.