Friendsgiving

All you really need to host a dinner party is a dimmer switch and a good playlist. Welcome to junior year and my purple house. On Sunday, we cooked and crafted and laughed and spilled. We shared and we posed and we played.

We sat in our circles with our plastic cutlery and pure hearts and talked about thankfulness and Shawn Johnson. The Climb came on just as things got serious. Is there any song more fitting for these tender feels in your whole life? “Listen to the lyrics, girls.”

I sat on the floor of my living room and couldn’t get over how thankful I am that we celebrate the small things in this house. Like the day we finally decided to decorate* our living room. It was yesterday. We moved in at the beginning of August. I am thankful that we celebrate the big things too: like friendships that matter and also, Dak Prescott.

I never got a chance to say what I was thankful for when we went around the circle. That’s okay, though. Because some of the greatest, most generous and kind human beings I have ever known sat on my couch and on my floor in this little college home and that was everything to me. Two years ago I had community bathrooms in the grossest dorm on campus and now I just have community and also my own bathroom and that’s what life is all about, I guess.

So, here’s to the Dawgs, to clear eyes, full hearts, and to able bodies. Here’s to friendships and to being fully loved and known. Here’s to weddings and to freshman years. Here’s to Cat for making a thirty-dollar ham and to me for trying to make a neon yellow shirt look like corn. No basics.

 

*and by decorate I mean we hung up an 8x10 of John Krasinski and Matthew McConaughey’s most quotable moments and called it a day