My sisters. They (along with my mom) are the first people I call with good news. They're there for me to vent to if I've had a terrible day. Shannon has always been the gorgeous older sister who I looked up to so I could know how to be cool and awesome like her. Now she's a sounding board for me to bounce thoughts off of and she always makes me feel better when I'm overwhelmed. Plus she's just about the best mother I've ever seen, and I'm going to be hard-pressed to have a cuter baby than hers. Erin is a sweetheart, a smart-ass, and she isn't afraid to be goofy. I stole her identity when I accidentally became athletic at the age of 15 (I was supposed to be the artsy one, and she the athletic). She retaliated by beating me on her SAT and letting me know at 6:30 in the morning. They're both gorgeous and talented and sometimes I think I'm just lucky if I keep up with them!
My parents. I thank God that I was blessed with such loving and wonderful parents. I never had a doubt in my mind that they loved me absolutely. My mom was also my friend whenever I was having trouble making new ones. She was there to listen to me and to reassure me that things improved after getting through the angst of 13 years old (let's be honest... my awkward stage lasted from about 11 to maybe 18. or 19. I'm actually not sure if I'm out of it yet). She inspires me still to try new things and to push my own boundaries, and is a constant supportive presence in my life. My dad was one of the most wonderful men in the world. I like to think that I inherited a big part of his personality... the world lost him too soon, but I hope that his positive attributes can live on through me.
E. When I was younger, I made a list of attributes that I wanted in my dream man. I recently looked back at it and laughed, because all of the attributes had been fulfilled so completely, plus thirty thousand other little things that I thought would be too much to ask for, or that I never thought to hope for but for that reason are even greater. He brings me flowers, he makes me tea when I'm sick, and he tells me I'm beautiful when I've just gone thirty hours straight in the trauma hall with no sleep. He is one of the best people I've ever met, and knowing him makes me want to be a better person.
Texas. I love this state. I've lived here with brief pauses for school and other nonsense for 20 years. It is in my soul. I understand it. I'll be sad if I have to move away. I know this one is weird, but I really do love Texas. It's God's country.
FUMC Dallas. It's just an awesome church with real people who are welcoming and thoughtful and non-pretentious. And they don't dumb down God to suit the tastes of the masses. They challenge me to become a better person, but at the same time I'm brought an enormous amount of peace by the services. And it's visually stunning.
and last, Medicine. There are a couple of medicines that have changed my life drastically when I needed them (prilosec, zoloft, singulair are the first that come to mind). They're just really convenient and awesome. I love medicines. And I will be practicing medicine... or rather surgery... but kind of the same.
I think that's my obligate six. I'm going to go take a nap now because I'm still sick and I've been chugging day-quil all day, then today as I was leaving work I got hit on in the elevator by a clown in full clown garb. I wondered if he would have been so bold outside of his makeup. I think not. Those clowns ALWAYS harass me. last time one tried to give me a red foam nose.
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Love this post! So sweet and sincere. I'm thankful for First Church as well...and it makes me smile to know that I have "peaceful" company during church service.
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