I love living a life that was meant to be loved. I don't even care if that sentence didn't even make sense. Who cares. Life is such an amazing and wondrous experience. One of the best parts of that life being the ability to remember the life that has already gone by. Memories are such a beautiful piece of the puzzle. I cannot count on all my fingers and toes the number of nights that I have gotten side tracked from sleeping by my memories. And seven hours later I think, holy moly I am awesome! And my life is ridiculous; I love it!!! Between reading old blog posts and looking at photos from years gone by I get caught up in laughing over and over again about crazy things I did in my past or silly things that somehow came into existence. Like the time my friends buried my in the sand and this photo happened, or when Mari and I went to the Festival of Colors and this happened to our faces. Or how about the time Jenni and I made balloon hats that were beyond epic? Or when Gordon showed me Dividend and we became friends? Or NatAsha's Christmas, Star Trek, 20, engagement ring cake?! The list could go on and on.
From all of this evidence, I draw one simply fantastic conclusion:
I. Am. Awesome.
Goodnight, dear void.
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