thankful

thank You for the cross Lord
thank You for the price You paid

i meant what i said on the bus.
You're first.
it's all from You.
it's all for You.

but i still do want to write about my weekend,
even though i don't really know where to start.

actually i do.
i'll start with that one name that's been swimming through my mind since saturday.

so after two and a half years. there we were in penn station. and then there we were running around the museum of natural history, pressing buttons-buttons that scared me, buttons that didn't do anything, buttons that lit up. and there was that guy from colombia who was talking to me while i was waiting outside the bathroom for you, praying hoping urging you to come back and get me out of an uncomfortable conversation. there we were at the toy store with the hundreds of dollars giant ride-able animals and that sweet paper airplane-$10 for 3. there we were, walking around new york city dazzled by the city lights, by christmas lights. there we were at the disney store taking pictures with goofy and chip and dale. there we were on that street corner, the people surging around us pressing us up against each other. there we were at times square, more excited for m&ms and elmo than katie holmes and tom cruise. there we were eating sushi and talking about things we didn't eat. there we were at sixteen handles eating fro-yo and discovering mochi. there we were at the end of it all, a quick hug, and then we walked away. there we were. two and a half years after- after what? two dinners and a game of pool? but here we are, mulling over sleepless nights by the glow of our phones.

you: so when's the next time you'll be in new york?
me: hm.. not christmas. not spring break. maybe some point during summer? like if i make a point to :)
you: hm, that's too far away...maybe i will just visit boston one day. when are you done this semester?

<3

that's it for now.