Y’all, I am incredibly lucky.
I write a lot about my losses, and for that, I’m sort of sorry, but it’s a good way to work through it, and for that I’m not apologizing.
However, despite the more-than-enough losses I have had, I have also had some terrific gains.
That is something I’m definitely trying not to take advantage of.
I’ve got a friend who will fight for me like my Cap did.
The same friend cracks jokes like my daddy did.
I’ve got a friend with the same old soul and class as my great-grandmother.
And a myriad of others, who while can never take the place of those I’ve lost, sure help to patch my heart back together.
And then, there’s CSG.
She will squeal with me over how adorable any number of country singers is, fawn over southern quotes on Pinterest, and give me really good, solid advice about life, boys, anything.
She embodies the spirit of the strong women in my family, and doesn’t let me get away with cutting the fool, either.
She is JUST like my grandmother, just younger.
(Yes, Mama, I am definitely taken care of)
We have the most spontaneous, most fun times together.
Last night, at oh, almost midnight, she picked up a scarf she had been crocheting (I swear, we are related) and wrapped it around her neck, and asked if it looked long enough.
I texted my mom right after she did that and said she is our family.
That’s the funny thing about Wesleyan, I have people who have become my family.
And it’s the kind of family where no matter how much time we hang out, it never seems like enough.
THAT’S why people go to Wesleyan people, no matter how shy or nervous or crazy you are, you’ve got people, your people.
This is for my peeps, you know who you are. ❤