onthenatureofdaylight: TO: TVV, JD, MB, ZN, ZB, DH, BSK, NAC  Here’s to the past; to 3A/7A lunch, to musicals, to Ostrich Spirit Week, to girl dates, to mirl dates, to doughy lips and firm ones, and especially to the first disgruntled kid who said “They’re like a cult..” and how the name stuck Here’s to the present; to congregating in parking lots, to talking too loud about sex in diners, to dancing, to tangoing, to just running around, to holidays, real and made up, to the strange-special chemistry that allows us just to pick up where we left off, even though we’re scattered as far away as stars. And here’s to the future; to 10 pound pregnancies, to meticulously planned weddings (to me winning a bet about who will get married first..), to Brick-Brick play dates, to our children hating each other, loving each other, inevitably getting married to each other, to still talking too loud about sex in diners, to finally joining the Old People Club at What’s Cooking, to everything. I love you with all of my heart, and even though, yes, college and life bring new friends, you all are the salt to my earth, the hop to my kangaroo, the everything to my nothing—-thank you for making me laugh, smile, cry, wrinkle my nose in disgust, and most of all, open my heart to the great rumpus life becomes with all of you around. Love, always, NLC.

onthenatureofdaylight:

TO: TVV, JD, MB, ZN, ZB, DH, BSK, NAC 

Here’s to the past; to 3A/7A lunch, to musicals, to Ostrich Spirit Week, to girl dates, to mirl dates, to doughy lips and firm ones, and especially to the first disgruntled kid who said “They’re like a cult..” and how the name stuck

Here’s to the present; to congregating in parking lots, to talking too loud about sex in diners, to dancing, to tangoing, to just running around, to holidays, real and made up, to the strange-special chemistry that allows us just to pick up where we left off, even though we’re scattered as far away as stars.

And here’s to the future; to 10 pound pregnancies, to meticulously planned weddings (to me winning a bet about who will get married first..), to Brick-Brick play dates, to our children hating each other, loving each other, inevitably getting married to each other, to still talking too loud about sex in diners, to finally joining the Old People Club at What’s Cooking, to everything.

I love you with all of my heart, and even though, yes, college and life bring new friends, you all are the salt to my earth, the hop to my kangaroo, the everything to my nothing—-thank you for making me laugh, smile, cry, wrinkle my nose in disgust, and most of all, open my heart to the great rumpus life becomes with all of you around.

Love, always,

NLC.

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