Tuesday, July 20, 2010

"Listening to the Songs we used to Sing"

Summer Night.
One foot in the past and the other in the present.
"Listening to the songs we used to sing."

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Roommates with an F

My Freshman Summer of College was full of fun, spontaneity, sorrow, drama, and joy. All these emotions were shared with my three wonderful froommates. Roommates with an F because we weren't just girls who lived together. We were friends. In the midst of catching sun, skipping class, and TV watching marathons, the topic of boys wasn't far from our lips. We wondered who each of us would find and where our lives would take us. And then suddenly it seemed, one by one the four of us got picked away from our worn spots on the couch in Brookside 207. Dang boys.
Last weekend the four of us accompanied with those boys reunited in our old College Home away from Home...Swan Valley.It was so great to be reunited, reminisce, and enjoy.

It was nice to know...

... That we could still have slumber Parties together.

... And that we could still soak up the sun

... That we still enjoy some good lovin' food.
... That our boys could laugh and enjoy.
... And that we still could too.
... It's just nice to know that we are still more than roommates.
We are good friends.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

He's Home

There's a shoebox under my bed back home. Inside you will find scraps of sentimental representations of a boy and girl. There's pictures and old gifts that lie inside along with letters postmarked between two countries. The box is tied with a ribbon of teenage love and in black marker, Jon's name is scribbled.
Two weeks ago we celebrated the year mark of Jon's return from his mission. That little box made an appearance in my mind and I mentally thumbed through the contents. Our letters were not epic love poems by any means. In fact they were far from them. I smiled at the words that were found inside those eagerly ripped envelopes. Because even though words were exchanged that sounded a little like this:

Dear Kelsey,
I actually mean Dear Jane.
Love, Jon


Dear Jon,
This is a real dear Jon.
Love, Kelsey

And just because I may have made a subconcious rekindling attempt that looked like that (2 weeks before he got home):
Dear Jon,
I was just in Europe and couldn't help but think that we were in the closest physical proximity to eachother that we've been in two whole years. I'm really excited for you to come home.
Love, Kelsey

And got the funny and endearing response of this:
Dear Kelsey,
I have to say that I'm utterly confused as to how you feel about me...Well I guess we will just have to see when I come home.
Love, Jon

We still ended up looking like this six or so months later:

I'm so thankful that a year ago that confused boy came home from his mission. I'm so thankful that we could forget about the janes and the dears. I'm thankful that we replaced rekindling attempts with successes and chased away all that confusion. I'm thankful for the man that he became and the experiences we've had. Lastly, I'm thankful for the shoebox that holds the beautiful mess of lined paper that tells the story of us.

My boy is home.