Thanks for putting up with me in our shoebox we call home. It’s almost been a year of living together, and look how far we have come. From awkward Facebook messages to late night laughter, I wouldn’t have traded you for anyone.
Roomie, you are someone who exudes joy and laughter. Not only do we have fun times together, but we we also have meaningful times together. We share a love for popcorn that cannot be beat. And although I won’t understand your dislike for yogurt and six flags, I still love you.
We’ve been through a lot, and it’s crazy that it’s been less than a year. You’ve given me every needed hug, and always had tissue for my tears. You are there to answer every bible question I've got, and your prayers for me are never ending. Your love and passion for the Lord is ever so inspiring.
I love that we have pizza parties. I love that you got me hooked onto napping. I love how we share hometown gossip with each other. I love our long talks about our faith, beliefs, ideas, and frustrations. I love our how we never see each other outside of the room. I love that you’ve really become family to me.
God really knew what he was doing when he gave me a friend just as amazing as you. Thank you for accepting all my weirdness. Thank you for making an effort to understand who I am. Thank you for ever giggle and smile. You da bomb diggity.
