I miss all the fun times we had growing up - like sitting and eating her mama’s incredible yeast rolls while talking about the drama that our lives involved (how simple everything was back then), laying out in her backyard, talking about boys, roller blading all over creation, being soldiers and angels in the Christmas performance together, being at church for any youth event where the doors were open, sharing clothes (wish I could still wear her clothes!), watching any kind of musical on video with our favorite being Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, sleeping in her closet, doing the thigh master until we couldn’t walk, making picture collages, thinking we were both fat (and neither one of us were), Brett Munson, listening to Daniel play the oboe or piano while eating the aforementioned yeast rolls, then challenging each other not to eat because something had too many calories, being attached at the hip anywhere we went, Vero Beach, talking about God together, crying together, laughing together, sharing secrets together….oh - to be 16 again.
I love her dearly and wished she didn’t live so dang far away.
(I know this isn't a picture of her and Donny, which would be fitting since I posted this to say Happy Anniversary, but I don't have any pictures of them two. She and Donny have two amazingly precious kids.)