Four college punks that I watched grow and mature from gawky preteens to beautiful young adults. Four college punks that have slept at my house NUMEROUS times, accompanied me on mission trips, listened to my advise, cleaned out my garage, and taught me more than they will ever know. I have missed them -- desperately.
This week, we have experienced naps til noon, midnight runs to Waffle House, and incessant cell phone beeps throughout the nights. The incoming texts make my house sound like an ICU unit.
And you know what? I LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF IT! Cause I love them. Even their dirty stinky college laundry. Uhm, you all are doing my laundry...right? There are six baskets upstairs. Possibly seven -- I am assuming you will have it fin dished and folded when I get home -- Lord willlin and the creek don't rise. Right? Hello? Hello? Are you all awake yet?