When I was six years old, I found out that my mom was pregnant for the third time. And every night before I went to sleep, I would crawl in my bed and pray that God would give me a little sister. I had to pray extra hard too, because my little brother was praying that the baby would be a boy. Now I joke and say that God obviously loved me more since He answered my prayer.
My little sister is 16 years old now. She’s in high school. She’s driving. She’s taller than me. And she’s got the funniest, sassiest, and most outgoing personality of anyone I know. (Also, people think we’re twins…which I’m sure will be flattering in like ten years, but not today.)
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Friendship is one of the greatest gifts the Lord can give us. And if you’re lucky, you have at least one person in your life that you’ve been friends with for a long, long time.
That being said, let me introduce you to my best friend Melanie. We met the summer after 6th grade at basketball tryouts. It was a match made in middle school heaven. We both loved sports, ice cream, Disney channel, and sweatpants. We also both had braces, wore glittery purple and blue eyeshadow, and sported polo shirts on the reg.
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Stories. Everyone has them. Love stories. Funny stories. Sad stories. Family stories. Old stories. New stories. Long stories. Short stories. And then there are the stories that aren’t quite finished yet. That’s where I am right about now. At 30,000 feet, I’m somewhere over Mississippi (which is the farthest west I’ve ever been by the way), and in about three and a half hours, I’ll be landing in Los Angeles, California, my home for the six weeks. Yeah, you heard me. Six weeks. You can imagine the nightmare it was for me to pack for this trip. But before I tell you why I’m going to LA this summer, I should probably back up to where my yet-to-be-finished story begins.
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