Nostalgia

Back in Cisco, I remember having many moments that I spent washing the dishes. When faced with the task alone, I was reluctant to do them. However, I remember when our youth group was trying to make enough money through fundraiser meals during lent and advent to make it to Camp Lone Star. We served meals on wednesday nights to the people in the church, with a general donation box sitting right next to the plates. After the meal, it was our job to clean up. And with the clean up, included doing the dishes. In the church kitchen, standing closely next to the sink, was a girl who had bright eyes, a great personality, a beautiful smile, and happened to be one of my best friends since the 5th grade. Next to me on the other side of the sink  stood a tall, curly-haired, goofy, boy who never failed to make me smile.  The three of us, lined up like chickens, would wash the dishes. One of us would scrub the gross dishes, one would rinse, and one of us would dry them. Occasionally my little brother would pop in, or maybe I simply don't remember him being there (sorry Alex!). This became a routine, and these people brought joy to my face every single week, even when I didn't feel like it all.

Tonight, I was washing the dishes by hand (thanks, broken dishwasher) and I couldn't help to dwell on one of the sweetest memories from my past. Today I also finished watching The Office, and I realized something. Life is very short, and I didn't take advantage of those small moments. If I had someone recording my life for the passed 10 years, there are probably so many times where I would scream at myself for not loving the moments where we were scrubbing dishes, or all the times I was a less than wonderful friend to the people who stood right next to me while doing them.

I can remember another incidence in the kitchen where the church had been hosting a New Years Eve party, and for some reason, I was not happy. I had gotten upset, so I ran off to the kitchen, and leaned my head against the cabinets underneath the sink- a place where I had spent a good amount of time working. My two friends followed me in there, cheered me up, and I remember taking a selfie to commemorate the moment. I even just spent the last 15 minutes stalking myself on Instagram to try to locate this selfie, but I could not find it sadly. I would have shown you guys, just for the fun of it.

Anyways, life gets crazy, and it's wild how doing the dishes by yourself at midnight makes you miss doing the dishes with the two people who have never left your side. I'm so blessed to have both of them in my life. I hope everyone finds those people who automatically put a smile on your face.


With much love and nostalgia,

Emma Jane

P.S I've started to read "single. dating. engaged. married" by Ben Stuart  & I'll probably let ya'll know what I think when I'm done reading it :)