It's Nice to Know Somethings Never Change

Like sitting around a campfire. It will always bring about laughter, good conversation, and strolls down memory lane that will stir up something nostalgic deep within me. Stories you have heard at least a hundred times will be told, but no one cares. The night will grow later and later, but no one wants to get up and leave, so you just let the fire burn down. So many of my fondest and most special memories were created around campfires.

I made a trip back to Rockfish today and for the first time in the past year it felt like home again. I had the opportunity to visit with some people I haven't seen in years, and it's such a blessing to know that some people will always be important in my life and that the time I've spent with them is so unique and impactful, that it doesn't matter if years go by between visits. Man, I love that place and all the people that have been brought into my life through it.

"He stole my hole..."

I walked onto the playground this morning to take up my role covering track out, and a child runs up to me and says "He stole my hole. I worked really hard on it." How do you respond to statement like that?

I also had the cutest kid ever, Freddie, help me lead 100 kids in doing The Freddie at assembly this morning. It was HILARIOUS.

I win.

Throw Back

Man, Dispatch just came on my Pandora station and I had a major throw back to my freshman year of college. I have such vivid memories of those first few weeks at Winthrop: sitting at my desk in the Nance looking out on campus, hiding out in the Christian bookstore just to get away but not having anywhere to go or anyone to go with, ending every meal in the cafe with an ice cream cone, using citrus scented Noxzema face wash...

What a weird time in life. It's hard to believe that was almost 6 years ago.