Dear Seniors,
First let me start off by saying I'm probably dreading the "g-word" more than you are, but I'm going to just come out and say it: You're Graduating. We both knew this day would come when we stepped on the field together and we did those icebreakers of "name, major, and class year" the first day on the field when passing the ball around. Right then I should have seen it as a warning. I should have realized your upperclasmenness meant you were leaving me, but I didn't. Instead I flocked to admiring how good you were and secretly stalked all your social medias hoping you would think I was cool.
Then what seems like forever ago we went from just teammates to being friends (you of course still being the cooler, more knowledgable friend.) But I was no longer texting you just to ask when practice was, but also when you could grab lunch, and talking about all the issues of my life.You guys have become my close friends, but have still remained role models to me. Your dedication and love is so admirable. It makes me sad to know this season is the last one I'll play beside you. But that doesn't mean this is goodbye.
As you go off in various directions and jobs around the world, I'll always remember you on the team. So this is just a small thanks for everything you've done for this team, this sport, and me.
Thank you for seeing potential in me and not giving up on me when I was a clueless freshman. Thank you for pushing me.Thank you for being my family away from home. Thank you for listening to me complain about the same workout you just had. Thank you for welcoming me to the scary world of college. Thank you for dancing with me at formal. Thanks for understanding when I have a rough day. Thank you for teaching me what's okay (on and off the field). Thank you for being that older sister I never had. Thank you for pigging out with me after a tough practice. Thanks for giving me advice, even when I did't ask.Thanks for calling me out when I wasn't trying my hardest. Thank you for not treating me like an underclassmen, but as an equal. Thank you for being my friend.
Thanks for everything.
15 as 1.
Love, no matter where life takes us,
Enya