Long Time, No See

So, it's been awhile to say the least. I've told myself over and over I need to update this but life gets in the way from time to time. Well, actually finals and weddings get in the way. But that's been life for the last month. Let's start at the beginning.

I'm done with my junior year! Can you believe it? Yeah, me neither. I'm getting old. Almost 22. I'm done with all my big milestone birthdays. Minus like 40, where they say "over the hill," so I'm not exactly looking forward to that one. But next year I'll be a senior. Which means big decisions lie ahead. Like where to do my practicum for one. I've been offered one position, wanted another, and considering a life-changing one. Needless to say, I'm lost. Then comes graduate school decisions. Like where, how to pay for it, and where I'll go afterward. What I'll do afterward. Okay, well after this, excuse me while I go lay in my bed and each Fudge Brownie ice cream and forget the world. Haha, actually as scary as it is, I refuse to let fear sink me. My God is bigger than that and has a future far better than I deserve. I just have to be patient and obedient while He unravels it. Definitely easier said than done.

Next was the wedding. Don't fret. Not my own. I was the maid of honor in my roommates wedding. Did you know with being a maid of honor comes a lot of duties. Apparently it's a big deal. But I had a blast planning the bridal shower, bachelorette night, and lingerie party. Now, I'll be honest. After the mere help I put into this wedding, I am thoroughly ready to elope. Quick, easy, painless. But the wedding was beautiful. The bride was beautiful. The day couldn't have gone better.

"From Miss to Mrs" bridal shower!

Andrew and Taffeta!

Yes, the bridal party preformed a dance together!

The entire bridal party was pretty great.

Our group was just like a family. Love these girls so much.

Now, for the last part of my recent journey. Moving. First, it was Taffeta to Kansas City. We worked hard but her apartment looked flawless and organized at the end of the night. Then me. I moved out of the apartment and into a house with 4 other girls. Except not yet. I mean, I'm here. But I'm not. It's just a weird week but basically I'm living out of boxes for 2 weeks. And if you know much about me, you know this drives me crazy. I even unpack at hotels. I'm a settler. And the idea of my stuff sitting in the garage totally grosses me out. But somehow Jesus is making me more flexible than I've ever been. Maybe it's the recent wedding chaos, or the fact I'm getting older and seeing more of what's important, but I've been more easy-going and spontaneous than ever. Life is too great to get bent up about some boxes. Or craziness at work. Or the way my hair looks after one snip of a terrible hair stylist.

Yes, life is good. And God is greater.

I promise to start updating this thing more this summer. But this is all for now.