mackATTACK

life is good. sometimes it's hard to be a grownup about feelings that make you feel like you are in junior high but i'm glad for mack who doesn't mind when those feelings overload at 2:30 a.m. and she lets me wake her up, get on her bed and talk about them/emote all over the place (london turned me into a girl).



i don't have a husband or kidsto blog about but i do have a mack. and i love mack because she:

-decorates cuter than i do
- is good at math and passionate about teaching. i envy this about her... she really knows what she wants to do.
-dresses nice and lets me wear her clothes.
- listens to me talk and analyze about all of the same things i've been talking about and analyzing for years.
-puts up with all of my blueness in all of her whiteness.
-is clever.

- has shiny barbie/taffy hair.
-doesn't let me get away with being dumb.
-refills my water
-plays guitar and sings for me.
-teaches me guitar.
-buys me junior mints.
-alienates people with me. (har har)
-is so good at being nice/pleasant/patient with difficult people.
-has an infectuous laugh.
-is always up for random (i feel lazy using that word but i'm doing it anyway) roadtrips, drives, eatings, parties, etc.
-dance dance parties with me.




love mack. i seriously thank Heavenly Father everyday that we met/became roommates. just more evidence that He knows what's up and is looking out for us always.

love.