I want to look back and not remember the stress, the papers, the applications, the portfolios, the lack of sleep.
I want to remember my sister visiting and the joy, laughter, and tears she brings. I want to remember painting dates at acoustic and Sunday night hoagies. Also, jamming in the car to Simon and Garfunkel. I want to remember ethnic fabric and those two dolls. I want to remember waking up to beautiful sunrises and snippets of God's paintings. I want to remember the joy on Alley's face as she saw us there and when she got to eat that ice cream cone. I want to remember that I had joy and peace and knew of love and care.
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December 2022
I'm guessing I'll have it all figured out by the time I turn 30.
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