day 15
dear adam, cooper, curtis, patrick, peter, and timothy (in alphabetical order),
although all of you deserve your own day, you would take up an entire week, so you get to share a gratitude post. and truthfully, i am equally as lucky to have each and every one of you in my life.
i am grateful…
- for freshman and sophomore english classes (vant and schaeffer really brought us together)
- that pete was impressing girls (like lindsay brady) with his gentlemanly wiles way back in 7th grade
- that i have endless video footage of patrick singing show tunes and cooper explaining historical events to me (i won’t post it here…)
- to adam for the depth of my understanding of how to play fifa and a slew of other video games
- for your legendary saints night out boy band performance
- for that time you visited curtis and i at michigan and somehow got on television pretending to bleed maize and blue
- for the time i visited illinois state and got all adam’s frat brothers wasted on homemade wine, and the time we all went down for dumelle’s big 2-1
- for the time i visited princeton and knew as soon as i met her that daniela was the one for petey (mainly because she instantly started making fun of him with me)
- and for the many times i headed over to east lansing or down to champaign-urbana
- that you all put up with me, even if at times i’m probably like an annoying little sister
- and that you all look out for me (and judge the people i date) as if i were your sister
- that your families are all amazing and that i’ve had the opportunity to get to know them well
- that you have all remained such a tight knit group of friends over the years and distances
- for ridiculous nights being drunk and disorderly at duerr’s house
- and for ridiculous nights being drunk and disorderly in john’s garage
- for cooper’s magic ability to turn serious when i actually need to talk through something
- and his magic ability to make deep dish pizza appear at 3am
- for the beautiful, intelligent, and witty women you have found to start your lives with
- for all the times you’ve let me crash on your couches, guest beds, and floors when i am back in chicago or passing through los angeles
- that when my grandpa just passed, a few of you were some of the only friends to personally reach out and see how i was doing
- for that time tim and i embraced our love for jam bands at bonnaroo
- for my first real lesson in love, heartache, and the meaning of “hardwork” from our state champion athlete
- for that time that i got to perform alongside the best pippin ever to take the norris stage
- for tgi fridays friend dates
- that we all get to say we are friends with the leader of the teenage mutant ninja turtles
- for that cow mailbox and the one time when i couldn’t find the cow mailbox, got confused, and walked straight into a complete stranger’s house instead
- that i have gotten to watch all of you boys grow up into such amazing men (my motherly pride is seriously disgusting)
- that you let me be part of your voxer group for a short while (even if you had another one that was boys only)
- that i know if i really need any of you for something, you’d be there for your “schneids”
- that some things just never change with you boys…