Sometimes when I think about our friendship, I want to go back to Georgia Peach's Scrapbook-inserts with cheesy little sayings like "Just Us" or "Moments to Remember". I can't really say that this semester has been anything but fate. Shall I elaborate? I think yes! 1) Georgia Peach almost didn't want to come and instead wanted to stay safe in Georgia...(go figure) 2) Georgia Peach and I were first supposed to live on the bottom floor of Edna Ricks Hall 3) Peanut Butter Lily wouldn't have lived with us and we wouldn't have come across Curly Q who happened to be the Girl Next Door. How crazy! I'm glad we've gotten to know each other so much more. I'm glad that I found out that Peanut Butter Lily wasn't just a rich girl with a white pea coat and orange luggage or that Curly Q wasn't just a cute girl who looked like Annie who lived close to Forks, Washington. I'm glad that Georgia Peach turned out to be such a wonderful roommate who I look up to...and who we all are going to miss next semester. I'm so excited for us! We are just too much. too too much. I love how we are ourselves. For example:
Peanut Butter Lily: "We need to do something so we can commemorate this moment!"
Curly Q: "Like make popcorn balls?"
Moments like these make me excited for the moments to come. I love you chica-roos.
What also defines our choice of "Dresses in the Wind"
MY THREE WHITE DRESSES
My mom bought me a white dress, Not red or pink or blue.
She said it was a special dress, Like very other few.
There has been just one before, A dress now put away,
That I wore some time ago, Upon my blessing day.
As a little baby clothed, In my first white dress,
My dad held me in his arms, There to name and bless.
So pure and clean was I just then, With time to grow and learn
About the Father's plan for me, My glory I must earn.
Now I've reached the age to judge, The wrong road from the right,
And I am here to be baptized, In this dress of white.
So once again I'm free from sin. The path is clear to me
I'll grasp the rod and hold on tight, I vow with certainty.
Just as mud would stain my dress, Sin would stain my soul.
The key is to repent or bleach, For whiteness is my goal.
And if I try my very best, Then richly blessed I'll be,
Wearing inside God's holy house, White dress number three.
So today I make this pledge: I'll strive to choose the right,
Through this sacred baptism ordinance, In my second dress of white