bonfire boys

You don't know my boys, but I do.

You don't know what they sound like laughing at 2 a.m. in the church parking lot, but I do.

And ten years ago, we were sitting in the same place, laughing about the same things, probably. Ten years ago we were just teenagers who didn't think about the future, we just breathed.

But now we're adults and even though this isn't supposed to happen, we still have each other. Sitting in the same church parking lot talking about our dreams and relationships and nothing in particular. Laughing and wondering how it could be that even now we are still here.

Together. 

I hope we have ten more years, thirty more years, fifty more years. I hope I live to see the day you all marry, and know your children's children.

I carry you all with me, every moment of every day. 

Past, present, future.

My boys.

+ Shout-out to #myemotions for making me write this post. 

And two more shout-outs to Z (who left too early) and C (who arrived too late) for a bonfire photo.

If you are fortunate enough in this life to find your people, never let them go.

+ P.S. Click here  if you'd like to read my latest post for Burning Youth! *dances in confetti*