So, I figured something out. I figured out that I pretty much stopped blogging because every time I wanted to write, I felt like I had so much to explain first.
I felt like I couldn't write about regular life before I fully explained Africa. I felt like I couldn't write about changing churches because I wasn't quite sure how to explain it in words. And now, I feel like I can't write a blog post without first explaining all the life that has happened in the last few months.
I've finally decided to just plain write. Because I miss it. And because even if I can't find the right words, or enough time to fully explain things, that's okay. I'd rather write something than nothing.
Because what's happening in life right now? All the good things God is doing? They deserve to be documented.
So here we go.
Hello! Life right now has been looking an awful lot like this:
Can we all take a moment to appreciate that the above picture proves that I'd be lost without the sorority arm? Apparently, the last 7 years have completely conditioned me to have no clue what to do with my arm, unless it's on my hip with my elbow angled juuuust appropriately to make my upper arm look slightly smaller than it really is.
Note to self: just lay your arm by your side.
I had two weddings to go to this year, and then somehow managed to inherit two more when I left the first one with this dapper man.
I'm not complaining. He looks super cute as a groomsman.
Adorbs. I know.
Funny story, I managed to catch the bouquet at both weddings. But I gave it to a sweet tiny girl at the second, because I was a bit scarred after the first time. I'd like to say I gracefully and perfectly naturally caught the bouquet, but that would be completely false. I entirely intentionally dove, yes dove for that thing. I immediately regretted that decision, especially when I caught it with the maid of honor, who ever so politely offered it to me. Something about the volleyball dive must have screamed "I just got a boyfriend, I want that bouquet!!!!"
Don't worry though, PJ was thrilled. The dj announcing "hey PJ, better start saving up!" had him fist pumping like any proud boyfriend would do. Bless his heart.
Also, allow me to tell you a fun fact about me. If any song comes on that I know the words to, any song at all, you can fully expect that I will sing along out loud without even a conscious thought.
Similarly, if "Let It Go" or "Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?" or "Call Me Maybe" comes on, you can fully expect that I will not only sing along, but bust out interpretive dance moves.
Thankfully, I have a roommate who indulges this behavior. And a boyfriend who documents it.
Busting out dance moves and singing along (loudly) to Frozen? Fighting girls for the bouquet? Well, if I don't win Best Wedding Date Ever, I don't know what does.