These are the days we will remember..

So, I’m not going to say it’s been the best week, but I’d be lying if I said it’s been the worst. A lot of things have had me upset..I’ve been really sad…and then angry..and man, a lot of emotions. But today, something miraculous happened. I was like…you know what? I’M HAPPY. IT’S CHRISTMAS. And nobody is going to make me sad this time of year. Not a SINGLE person.

I went walking in the rain today with two of the best friends a girl could ever have. And it was so wonderful. It was just one of those times..that really makes you remember the good things life is made up of. I was cold and soaking wet…but I felt loved..and it’s such a good feeling.

I’m pretty much finished with -trying- to make people love me, too. I’m done with all that. Either you can be my friend or not, I’m not going to try to talk you into it.

Aaaand, God knows what’s going on and he has a plan…especially when I don’t. I’m so ready to get my $5 Sears gift card and do some major shopping ;] I am so happy. This is CHRISTMAS. This is about LOVE…FAMILY…FRIENDS…but most of all, it’s about Jesus. And, he is absolutely WONDERFUL. I can’t say it enough. MY GOD IS GOOD! =] And, YOU CAN’T MAKE ME SAD ANYMORE. I’m going to take this little moment in time to laugh at you. *……………..*

So, I’m pretty much going to go to sleep and dream happy dreams and wake up absolutely stoked about tomorrow! So…to the friends I really care about, -you know who you are-…I love you..and you’re the M to my M, the peanut to my butter, the x to my o..and all that jazz. *SmOoches*

You said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: “That’s a lie”
Just a boy in a Chevy truck,
That had a tendency of gettin’ stuck,
On backroads at night
An’ I was right there beside him all summer long
An’ then the time we woke up to find that summer’d gone

But when you think: Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long:
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: “That little black dress”
Think of my head on your chest,
An’ my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me

September saw a month of tears,
An’ thankin’ God that you weren’t here,
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed,
Is a letter that you never read,
From three summers back
It’s hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet,
An’ lookin’ back on all of that, it’s nice to believe:

But when you think: Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long:
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: “That little black dress”
Think of my head on your chest,
An’ my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me

And I’m back for the first time since then:
I’m standin’ on your street,
An’ there’s a letter left on your doorstep,
An’ the first thing that you’ll read:

Is: “When you think: Tim McGraw,
“I hope you think my favorite song”
Some day you’ll turn your radio on,
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: “That little black dress”
Think of my head on your chest,
An’ my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me
Oh, think of me,
Mmmm 

You said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: “That’s a lie”