So, I was at the mall tonight for dinner with an old friend from high school. There were a table of four 16 yr oldish girls chatting away at the booth a few feet away. Watching them carefully disect eachother and what each boy in the room was doing and who was looking at who reminded me just how far I've come.
I very well may be a bit of an outlier on this but I was a crazy teen in high school. No, I didn't drink or do drugs but wow was I "special". I claimed to be in love with numerous boys after just one date. I analyzed and re-analyzed every potential romantic encounter. After one particular date, I stopped at a good friend's house where she lived with her PARENTS and asked to borrow a blanket at about midnight to snuggle in the park with a particular fella. It was our first date...I thought he was the one. I'm pretty sure I was not supposed to be in the park at midnight.
Realizing now that I may have a girl makes me nervous. I was such a handful - snotty, outspoken, all knowing, princess, supreme ruler of the Wiard house. At one point my mom was locked in her room asking for 5 minutes of peace as I screamed through the door. Oh the joys of teen girls.
Now, my mom and I are best of friends. We take trips and laugh and give eachother advice. I never back her into a room and make her beg for mercy. But still....
So, basically, each night as you sit by your beds please pray for a boy. (And, Carrie - while you're at it put those water bottles away)