Sound Changes When It Snows. 

12 Kinds of Perfect

I don't remember the day i met you but i remember the immediate rush of adrenaline though my body you caused,

Its the way your hair falls over your shoulders evnthough you barely brush it,

The way your eyes turn the most incredible blue after you cry,

Its the constant maybes and one days,

The way your brain works exactly like mine and you can never quite say what you really want to,

The late night conversations about stars and the weather,

Its the mountain tops and ramen and bubble tea that we drink way to much of,

The nests we build just to feel comfort and to get some peace and quiet,

Its the questionable fonts and wishing I could stop time everytime im with you,

Its the drinking to the point of passing out together but still not sleeping because I don't want to lose a single second I have with you,

Its the summer freckles and the dimples on your cheeks that you hate so much,

They way that you listen to my rambling about cheerleading and how much the kids I work with mean to me,

And finally its you. You as a whole. You are my kind of perfect.

MAKING PEANUT JESUS:

Finding God in the Community of Faith and Casseroles

By Amy Dickinson

When I last saw him, Peanut Jesus was lying swaddled in a teeny tiny piece of paper towel, resting sweetly in his cardboard manger. I turned my back for a minute in order to stop a…

MAKING PEANUT JESUS:

Finding God in the Community of Faith and Casseroles

By Amy Dickinson

When I last saw him, Peanut Jesus was lying swaddled in a teeny tiny piece of paper towel, resting sweetly in his cardboard manger. I turned my back for a minute in order to stop a…

So true

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