I've been feeling very nostalgic...it happens every time Fall comes around. Go figure.
I remember when I turned 6, Beth and I had our birthday party in an almost-empty house, seeing as how we were gearing up for an overseas move the following week. Pawpop and Grandma gave us Barbie balloons. We thought it was strange, since we didn't play with Barbies. But the balloons were nice.
I remember getting lost at Waikiki Beach 2 weeks after moving to Hawaii. Beth knows she left me on purpose.
I remember spending the night at my friend Sarah's house, getting my hair caught in a hairbrush and having to cut my hair off the brush at 2 am. We laughed so hard.
I remember turning 7 during Vacation Bible School, and getting my first Bible.
I remember my daddy baptizing me at the North Shore.*
I remember decorating the Easter Cross with all kinds of flowers with Beth and our friends Sarah, Hannah and Stephanie. It was beautiful.*
I remember boarding the plane to move back to San Antonio. I can only count on one hand the number of times I have cried that hard.
I remember hating San Antonio with a white hot fiery passion.
I remember getting my ears pierced. It didn't hurt.
I remember the first Sunday of Covenant of Grace, in a tiny hotel banquet room, with a handful of wonderful families.
I remember meeting Ms. Penny...she understood me right away. It blew my mind.
I remember singing For Good with my friend Nicole.
I remember taking pictures on a rainy day with my friends Hannah and Rachel.*
I remember going out to eat in Fort Worth with my parents and my eight brothers and sisters...just us. I think that's the only time that has ever happened. We ate lots of sopapillas.*
I remember co-producing a 10 minute movie with my friend Andy and a bunch of fabulous people.
I remember co-directing Psalty's Christmas Calamity with CJ and Beth. It was then that I was given the nickname, "Psalty Nazi." Let's just say I have a very, very loud yelling voice.
I remember going hiking with most of my family, and coming home exhausted, but with enough energy to wolf down mom's tuna stuffed potatoes, and cast lots for the leftovers.*
I remember my first day at Northwest Vista. 16 years old, and no idea what the hell I was doing. I never turned in homework in French 1, because I was under the impression that homework assignments were optional.
I remember going to see Wicked.*
I remember the night when my friend Cheyenne and I sat in my bed and, for the first time, talked about one day being sisters.
I remember going to the zoo over spring break with Nathan and our friends Hannah, Rachel and Chris. Nathan was blocking the rhino.*
I remember my senior recital. It scared me to death, it stressed me out beyond measure, but I'm so glad I did it.
I remember seeing Toy Story 3 at midnight with my friends on my 18th birthday.
I remember sitting at Starbucks with my friend Josh after smoking my first cigarette, talking about nearly everything.*
I remember Beth piercing my ears with a piercing gun. She was more freaked out than I was.
I remember CJ's wedding. I miss that day.*
*My favorite days.
I believe that everything--every person, place, situation you experience changes you. Not drastically, of course, but you are ever so slightly different than you were before each new encounter. This helps me to see the positive side to things...without each and every thing that has happened to me, I wouldn't be exactly who I am today.
Love,
Shelley
