On this day fourteen years ago...
Christian means everything to me. He looks even sexier this year than last. Amanda told me that today when coming out of a class, he said, "Yo Homie!" and slapped hands with a friend. That is just the thing I would have done. I LOVE his personality. But even though I've been praying since last November that we'd have a class together, we have not.
(Note from 8/27/10: I was going to comment on the multitude of reasons this entry is ridiculous, but I feel that would be redundant, as hopefully those reasons are fairly self-evident. I will say that at the time it was written, I had never even spoken to the boy in question that I claimed meant "everything to me." Yet in defense of stirrup-legginged seventh-grade me... Christian was a pretty smokin' twelve year-old).