my people.

They are collection of temperaments and ideas.
A tangled mess of history and of six degrees of somebody.
They are my mirrors, my yesterdays.
They are my reminders.
They are my friends, and family.
my tribe of weirdos
My sounding boards, cheerleaders and truth sayers.

They are the reality to my dream world
the yeses to my nos.
my biggest protectors and encourager's

they keep me fed with food and ideas.

we dream together. we cry together
and we laugh. which is my favorite part.

they are my tangible reminder of what love is.
and what Jesus looks like.

my quiet constants.
For whatever reason they've made space for me
in their lives and hearts.
This group of people from all corners of my life.

and without each of them, my life would be way less fun
and festive and intense and beautiful.

and i need to say "thank you" more
and "i love you"

because not everyone has what i do.
and it's rare and beautiful.

I don't ever want to forget that
So, I send up a prayer of thanks and one of protection.

because without them, there is less of me.
I'm gonna stay up late, and kill more bottles of wine.
and make more just because phone calls.

Because tomorrow looks different and life gets crazy.

and my people, they're worth all the trouble.