I am honored to support To Write Love on Her Arm's campaign: #tomorrow15. There is always a reason to live for tomorrow, and the next day, and the next. We need to help each other (and ourselves!) find the hope and joy that lives in the future, that lives in today. And I want you to know why you'll see me tomorrow.
You'll see me tomorrow...
Because I want to be brave and stay. I still get scared sometimes, but I know that's okay.
Because of my family, especially my mom and dad, Kristin, Kylie, and Brigham.
Because Theo Huckleberry needs his cool aunt, and so will baby #2 who will join our family soon.
Because of my silly dogs, Lucy and Ellie — the cutest, happiest trouble-makers alive.
Because of the friends who have touched me, as well as the friends that I have touched.
Because of the little kiddoes in my neighborhood who hug me, love me, and talk to me.
Because of my job — the opportunity to teach students what I love, to teach them what has brought me so much comfort and healing.
Because I am in graduate school — heck, I've gotten this far, and I'm not turning back!
Because of BBQ. And s'mores. And lemonade. And songs. And dusk. And stars.
Because of love, and I have yet to find the perfect kiss with the perfect guy for me.
Because Harry Potter is just beckoning for me to read the series again. And again. And again.
Because of banana-grams and the day when I will finally reign champion against my mom.
Because of M*A*S*H with my family, the Hogan's Heroes theme song, and Jeopardy.
Because of the millions of books that I haven't read, and the boxes of books I need to read again.
Because God is preparing me for something special, something so wonderful, and I don't know what it is.
Because of the places I have been and the places I have yet to go.
Because some day, I will be a mom, and I will be the most important person to a child.
Because of vintage bicycles. And the new book smell. And singing in the shower. And a clean car.
Because one time, a homeless man said, "Life's goooood, yo." And even though he was high, I suspect he was right.
Because my house is almost renovated. It's almost everything I planned it out to be.
Because I still cry at night, and I still feel sad. But I know I will feel a little better when the morning sun peeks out from the blinds of my window.
Because there is so much more I want to learn, so much that I haven't learned, and probably, so much that I will never learn.
Because of sky-diving. It's on my bucket-list, and I prefer falling with a parachute.
Because of summer evening walks. And fresh eggs. And those stupid chickens. And sunflowers.
Because hope is everywhere. It's in the air you breathe, the sunsets you watch, and the stirring of the wind.
Because I am a writer, and when are stories ever finished?
Because the "goods" and "greats" on a seminar paper feel like a congressional medal of honor.
Because someone is always hurting. And I understand hurting. I can help that someone.
Because I've been there, one year ago, on that tall building. And I am never ever going back.
Because I have a story to tell, and I have a person, at least one person to reach.
Because I want people to ask me about my story. I want people to ask about my scars.
Because my soul has been stretched so unbelievably far that it would make a rubber band envious.
Because I want to be here. My friends and family want me to be here. Heavenly Father wants me to be here. And life wants me to be here.
Because I think I love being here.
So I'm here.