Yesterday and today reminded me...

...that it's about the little things. Once again I'll start with a scenario: You're sitting on the couch with your roommate, suitemate, and one of your best guy friends. You've been sick as a dog for the past few days and it SHOWS. School starts tomorrow and everyone around you is doing a snow dance, but you, being the pessimist that you are, do not join. Around 10:30, lo and behold, snow starts to fall. And it's not just flurries; It's falling fast. All four of you run to get on warmer clothes and bust out of the dorm doors to go play in the courtyard with all the other crazy Honors College students. And suddenly, you understand that no matter how sick you may feel, no matter what new beginning is about to occur, it can't ruin perfect little moments like this.


That was my night. All I can remember is running at Nathan and creaming him with a snowball, dancing with Chloe, and laughing with Jonathon. For a few moments, I forgot that I was sick and felt like I was right back at Passion: perfectly content and at peace. I spun around like a child catching snowflakes on my tongue and slid on the slippery sidewalk. And today was full of just as much amusement and mischief. 


Watching my friends have an epic snowball fight and sled down crazy-big hills made me once again realize why I love them so much. It's because of their hearts; their wonderful, huge hearts that contain so much passion, love, exhilaration, and recklessness that I'm sometimes overwhelmed. Kind of like I was today. And it didn't just remind me about the friends I was with, but all of them. New, old, whatever. All of my friends have these amazing hearts that tend to rock my world. Whether it be helping me up a hill after sledding or offering to let me borrow their bike, their kindness and silliness makes my life better. Passion and days like yesterday and today help me remember that. 


This isn't meant to be a long post. Just a declaration of love for my friends: all of them. Because at the end of the day, it's the little things that y'all do, or that y'all are there for, that truly matter to me. Like loaning me a good book, taking care of me while I'm sick and imposing in your house, helping me carry my luggage while putting up with my incoherent self, and hugging me in the middle of the falling snow with a huge grin on your face. That's the good stuff. :)