fuzzy cat stickers that keep appearing on mail from the u.s. to brazil.
an understanding voice on the other side of the phone…
having gone through the same thing, almost, and letting me know i’m normal.
sanding down a table. covering it in a coat of turquoise paint… then a coat of black, and then sanding some more.
but ordered in fairfax.
dancing at a house party, and continuing to dance in the pouring rain
while everyone else watches us get more and more drenched.
sitting on a hot cement step, taking endless pictures… of ourselves.
letting me know that you and your husband have been praying for my happiness specifically.
singing every efy-michael mclean-young women-janice kapp perry-seminary song from alexandria to harrisonburg.
generously offering up ddr for the perfect oc-esque birthday party.
at night, in our bunk bed…
talking, crying, laughing… together.
when we should have been sleeping.