mom: abs, i sent you a couple emails with possible internships
abby: oh cool thanks mom
mom: the coolest one I think is the one at "Adidas!"
abby: woahhhh, adidas?? mom, do I have "soccer chick" stamped anywhere on my being???
mom: It's in Portland!
darby: oh that's actually a cool place
mom: yeah, Kmac lives there!
abby: um Kmac lives in seattle
darby: that's actually a cool place too
There is something about being home that makes me better. It makes me funnier. It makes me a better cook. It makes me more creative. It makes me happier. It makes me a more efficient reader. It makes me a little less selfish. Today was one of those days that makes you a good kind of exhausted at the end. Like a day in the sun or a day spent skiing or something. It was so much fun and you have so...
You are the best waitress at sunrise cafe for so many reasons. You have singlehandedly made us regulars just because we want to see you. The experience last week was epic. One that will go down on my personal accomplishments list forever. Scene: It’s 10:13 on a brisk Thursday evening. The obvious place to be is at our middle booth next to the kitchen at the one and only Sunrise Cafe. We walk...
July 26th, 2006 I feel perfect in your arms, comfortable and warm. My fingers dance across your chest as you whisper my name under your breath. I try to stay awake, but I’m tired so my smile is fake. You suppress a laugh at my exhausted sass. You pull me closer to you as if that’s possible to do. I’m already enveloped in your embrace. My forehead touches your face. Thankfully...
I think I am a nurturer. I like loving things. I like loving people. I am a protector. It’s an oldest child thing. I like having something to coddle and fawn over. I like having someone to cook for. Someone to know my heart and feel its love. I want to share the love I have. I have so much. I want to distribute it to sad people and relish in it when I’m lonely. It’s a funny thing...