I read every article I could find on how to ensure a civil and safe relationship with you. I wanted to make sure our room wouldn't burst into flames, or that we wouldn't be fighting every day.

Then move-in day happened. You were great. You were chill. I thought to myself, "Yes, I could indeed survive living with her."

Then we conquered that first week together. I was just waiting for the catch, for the time I'd tell my mom, "She's great, but..." Yet that never happened.

Every day since that stressful move-in day and first week, I have been blown away by your grace for me.

You have not once been a catalyst of discouragement. You have been a non-stop source of comfort, encouragement, and kindness.

When I (and my side of the room) am a mess, you support me and help me get back on my feet.

When I am jumping around the room excited about random things, rejoicing in passing an exam, or just happy in general, you rejoice with me... after posting embarrassing Snapchat videos of my dancing.

When we showed up on move-in day, I had no idea what we'd face together, or if we would even speak to each other after the first week.

But you have become the greatest blessing of this whole college thing. You have stood by my side and have let me stand by yours. Thank you for all of the laughs, the late night and early morning discussions of deep theological topics, the food runs, the walk and talks, and the Netflix marathons.

You are the proof in my life that God knows exactly what He is doing and that He sends the right people at the right time.

Thanks for being your beautiful, loving, sassy self.