At the end of senior year, just a few months ago, everyone had something on their mind. For most it was college and where they wanted to go in life and for others I think as far as they went was beach week (but that's okay, I was planning one too). I got to have a date with one of my best friends and it is one of the sweetest nights I have ever had. My friend is awesome. She is so funny, smart, loving, thoughtful, beautiful and so much more. She and I have "special" moments together. Moments that only the two of us would understand and that, I think, is what makes our friendship so great. Let me paint a picture of this cliche date.
It was a warm Friday and I was just getting off of work. I smelt yummy of course, like old, dirty coffee but i knew she wouldn't care. The date was at her house and the attire was a dress and cute shoes of course. I brought two pieces of red velvet cake with me; the perfect treat. When I arrived, I was greeted at the door by my beautiful date in a pink dress. She invited me in and onto her porch where we had a lovely setting. The sky was crystal clear that night and every star was visible. We sat on a blanket with a vanilla-scented candle in between us. In the background, of course, a picture of the Roanoke Star since we couldn't have the real thing because we were afraid of getting mugged or accused of being lesbians again..... Anyway, it was beautiful.
While eating our cake, we got deep into conversation. Not just the first date, surface level questions like: "Where are you from?" And "what do you plan to do with your career?" It's not like we met through E-Harmony or something. We started talking about the heart. I was worried about whether or not I was going to get into Mary Washington and what I would do if I didn't get in. She was hurting on a deep level too. The most beautiful thing is that when we were talking, I don't remember anything about the rest of my surroundings. For all I know, her dog could have eaten the rest of my cake. We were so connected by this outside force. I believe with all my heart that it was the Holy Spirit. We were laughing/crying (you never know which it is because we do both at the same time) together and we both understood the hurts that the other was experiencing. At the end of our date we wrote down the things that we wanted to get rid of; our yokes that we wanted to trade in for the Lords (Matthew 11:28-30). Then we stuck them in the fire of that vanilla scented candle. Our troubles were gone. We wiped away the tears and laughed at the picture of the star behind us.
Of course since it was the two of us together, the list that we put into the fire started to smoke and wax started going everywhere when we tried to fix it. By everywhere I mean, on the blanket (her mom doesn't know that it's ruined so this is our little secret), the plates, the forks, and the candle was ruined too... (her mom doesn't know that either).
Regardless, that was one of the most touching nights and I will remember it forever. When we were baptized with the Holy Spirit and became sisters, it was a totally new kind of sisterhood that I never expected; the most special kind.
I love you bestie!!!!
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