Blog Catch Up

1. Abby's birthday poem

Abby, I hope your birthday yesterday
was nothing short of splendid.
I’m sorry your b-day poem is late.
(Please don’t be offended.)

I’m so glad that you became my boss
all those semesters ago
because you are truly awesome-sauce
and have helped me learn and grow!

 

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Though I’m sad I can’t call you my boss anymore,
I will always call you my friend!
I’m excited that next year you’re living “next door”
and for the time that together we’ll spend!

I have no doubt that you will be
the best RD in the history of college.
That you are welcoming and warm (and a terrific singer)
is also a fact that all would acknowledge!

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I’m so glad that 27 years ago you were born!
Without you here on earth,
the planet would be so forlorn!

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2. Visit to Mizzou

The search for a grad school continued this week as my mom and I headed to the University of Missouri J-School (her alma mater) on Thursday so I could look at their strategic communications sequence.

Let me just tell you, I am in love. I've already started praying for an assistantship.

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J-School entrance to the quad

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The columns from a building that burned down in 1892

(They're undergoing repairs right now.)

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My mom chillin' with good ol' Thomas J.

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Inside the J-School library

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Huge Macs everywhere!

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I have heard all my life about the creepy library that my mom
used to study in during grad school. Here it is!
It was just as creepy as she had made it sound.
(Not the same as the aforementioned library. Obvs.)

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Lots of cool buildings on campus!

3. Emily's wedding

People often call their own wedding days the best days of their lives, so I suppose it makes sense that I — having not had my own wedding yet — would consider my best friend's wedding day to trump just about every other day I can think of.

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Kristina teasing Brooke's hair / using it as a microphone

It was a combination of things that made it so amazing. There was, of course, the overarching happiness about the fact that our friend Emily was marrying a godly guy who will love her forever. But there was also a whole lot of little happy things that added up to one big happy day.

Some of them (in no particular order):

  • Having all the high school girlies back in one place
  • Getting to do all that girly hair/makeup/dress-up stuff together (Like the prom x1000)
  • Our get-ready soundtrack of BSB, Kelly, Justin Bieber, Chris Brown, Dave Barnes, etc.
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It was really convenient that the M.O.H. was a Mary Kay consultant.

  • Seeing Emily in her wedding dress for the first time (I literally gasped.)
  • Our pre-wedding (oh-so-celebratory) dance party
  • The bridal party's dance down the aisle after the wedding (à la this video)
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Didn't my hair look awesome?

  • The perfect, sunny but not-too-hot weather
  • Macaroni and cheese and barbecue at the reception (Um, yes, please)
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Emily puts on lipstick.

  • More (celebratory) dancing at the reception (The first song played after the official reception dances was "Larger than Life." Best song ever.)
  • The fact that my legs held up remarkably well considering the heels we wore and all our dancing
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Laura and Leah break it down.

It is weird to be at the point in my life when my close friends are starting to get married. I somehow always thought I would feel older by now. I'm beginning to think that feeling older is a myth, that how old we are has little bearing on how old we feel or how much we think we're capable of