So, last night...

My nights generally consist of a whole lot of nothing.  In my mind it goes something like this...make dinner, do laundry, hang out with friends, catch my favorite TV show, read a little, and go to bed.  This is wayyyy more productive than it actually sounds, considering making dinner consists of throwing some ramen in a pan, doing laundry means staring at the big pile in the corner of the room, adding to it, and deciding "yeah, I'll get to that later," my favorite TV show happens to be on Netflix, so I spend a couple hours on there, read everyone's facebook posts, and then there's the hanging out with my friends...

well my best friends in the whole world happen to live in different states, so our "hanging out" is only made possible via skype (whoever's idea that was, you deserve a Nobel peace prize! Gracias.) 
So last night, I am having one of my not-so-uncommon visits with Blake, my insanely retarded best-guy-friend from Louisana.  and as he usually does, he was being super mean and decided to tease me about being a nerd (hello, you are the one who chose to be my best friend, don't tell me you don't enjoy all this nerdyness!!) So, I decided to retaliate and air his dirty laundry (don't worry dear, you can add it to the giant pile in the corner of my room:)

I suppose you would like some history,

Blake and I met when we were fifteen, on a mission trip in Mobile, AL.  and the very first thing he ever did was yell at me.  That's right, his first instict when he saw a pretty girl was to yell at her and tell her to get back to her room.  I on one hand was extremely confused, because I had never seen this boy in my life and he had just called me by name.  Mind you it was dark outside and there was a lot of loud music.  My initial thought was "who is this idiot?" Come to find out, he thought I was my younger sister, who he had met earlier that day.  So naturally, this would lead to us dating for nearly two years, and being the absolute best of friends for a lifetime after that.  Crazy, huh? I thought so too, until the other day.

You see, Blake and I have most certainly had our ups and downs.  A few weeks ago, we got into an enormous argument that had both of us, and our third best friend, Cassy (more to come on her in the near future) up till five in the morning, talking about all the ways we had failed each other as friends.  At one point in that argument, we were both ready to just give up on trying to maintain any sort of contact, or involvement at all in each other's lives.  But, you know how things can be when your emotions are heightened.  But, shortly after that, he called, needing to confide in someone about some tough stuff. 

I realized, by my lack of hesitation to answer, and by the mere fact that out of everyont he chose to call me, that sometimes God puts people in your life for a reason.  When he gives you someone, he thinks you need, there is really no kicking them out of your life, or running out of theirs.  It's not often that you find a friend who truly just knows you.  Every once in a while, you come across a person who gets it.  Who knows youre about to break before you even say anything.  Someone who can pick you back up, help you glue all the pieces back together and put a smile on your face in the process.  Every now and then, he allows you to be that person for someone else.  I am blessed to have a handful of these people in my life.

So there, dirty laundry aired...Blake Moss is not the idot he initially comes across as.  He really is just a big ole loveable teddy bear ;) and I am lucky to have him, despite his quirks, and the fact that he is a boy and they are nearly impossible to handle.  Don't let it go to your head dear. 

Love and Joy,
Lacy