Thursday, March 8, 2012

Shout-out to the Kris-Chris!

Real, true, sincere friends are sure hard to come by. I have a few, and as I get older, I realize how much I value and appreciate those friendships. No matter if we live under the same roof or in different cities, we're always just as close. Today is a tribute to two of my favorite people and my greatest friends: my Kris, and my Chris.

Kris has been my roommate for the last seven months. She is everything that a good friend could ever aspire to be, and she's exactly the type of person that I am trying to become. Kristalyn's got it figured out. She knows where she's headed, and she makes the most out of her journey there. She is bright, and she is strong. She's both gentle and fierce. At the end of a long day, there's nothing more refreshing than coming home to a happy friend who is excited to see me and who sincerely wants to hear about my day. We've shared more thought-provoking conversations in the last seven months than I've ever participated in in my entire life. She knows how to think, and she loves to learn. Kris is balanced. She takes care of herself and those around her, she's a good student, a hard worker, and she still makes plenty of time for fun. That, my friends, is quite the accomplishment. 

I've needed Kris this year. I have needed to hear her insights. I've needed to borrow her shoulder a few times. On occasion, I've needed some blunt advice that only she was willing to give me. I've needed to discuss, to share, to spend time, to laugh with her. I think we would agree that this year has been one of great growth; one of seeking and finding, piece by piece. I couldn't be more grateful for a genuine friend who continues to assist me in discovering myself, whether she knows it or not. Thank you, Kris!

Next, my Chris. My Christian Dane Tobler. I am more and more impressed by this little man every time I see him. He is mature. He is sharp as a tack. He's got his head screwed on straight, which is rather unusual for a sixteen year-old hunk like himself.

Chris has always been caring. Kind and caring. Not one to allow contention or disputations. He is persistent, and he is determined. I can't count the number of times that I have been upset and undoubtedly unkind, yet he continues to perform acts of service and love until I can't help but feel cheerful. I am grateful that he and I stand next to one another in the family line; I have no doubt it was meant to be that way. Although I live away now, there are some ways in which we are much more connected than before. He's entered the dating/driving realm, and it seems like we have more and more to talk about as he gets older and our lives become a little more relatable. He's getting me excited about the possibility of serving a mission just by his excitement toward his own. He's already preparing and asking questions and getting advice... for heaven's sake, I can't keep up! Thanks for helping me be better, Chris. :) Honestly and truly, I could never have asked for a better little brother and best friend. Love ya, man!

Storms and Sunshine

I found this half-written post from the beginning of the year and thought I'd share it... this is proof that I've at least attempted to blog in the last several months, even if I never got around to publishing anything:

January 5, 2012
Time is cruising faster and faster, and I'm having a hard time keeping up. New classes already? I'm not complaining. I love new things. I am becoming a fanatic of change--something I never ever thought I'd be able to say.

Lately I have a new appreciation for smiles and waves and simple "hellos". I never realized what a huge difference it makes in my day when someone reciprocates a little hint of happiness; it's a rare occasion, especially on a cold day. However, for whatever reason, I've been meeting cheery person after cheery person the last two days. Cheers for the cheery, please! Thank you for the smiles.

Big news: McCaye is pregnant. And not only is she pregnant, she is double pregnant. TWINS ON THE WAY!! I can hardly wait until summer to help nanny the little angels! So excited. Double excited, because this is twice as exciting as anything else.

I am officially leaving for London on April 24th. Packing up and exploring for six weeks straight. We'll be attending at least 20 plays, taking a Shakespeare and British Theatre class, spending a week in Rome, and SHOPPING. Yes. One more thing to look forward to! I may be spending the next ten years trying to pay it back, but heck. Who cares. I'M GOING TO LONDON.

The last little while, I've become obsessed with jazz music. I've experimented with singing just about every genre, from classical to opera to country to pop to religious to R&B to... whatever! But I feel like this genre, this very last style which I'm about to explore, has something in store for me. I don't know what, and I don't know when, but I'm sure excited to figure it out. Upward and onward! I love jazz because it's pure class. Maybe this will be a permanent change, and a permanent love. There don't seem to be all that many permanents lately, so I'm crossing my fingers that this one will stay.

I'm changing. Life is changing. I really do love trying to keep up with everything and trying to figure myself out along the way. If it were easy and if I could stay on top of it all, I'm positive I'd go mad out of boredom. I'm enjoying the ride and looking forward to feeling completely different about everything I've just said within a day or two. Things change fast around here. :)