For Woody, For KC, and for MK

I started another blog. I won't write on this anymore. This part of my life is over. A new year, a new blog.

This year sure has been interesting. A lot of laughter, tears, adventures, car rides, guys, energy drinks, alcohol, lost sleep, etc etc. I won't forget any of it. Everything this year has happened for a reason. I know it. I hate to admit it though.

My favorite memory of 2011? Meeting Woody. It was like seeing him for the millionth time. It was better than my sister's wedding and starting school.

My least favorite memory of 2011? All of July and August. Those two months were pure hell.

But seeing Woody literally completed my year. It was the best thing ever. He's my secret keeper. He knows me better than I know myself most of the time.

He also practices "tough love" with me. Which I'm not always a fan of. He tries to tell me something. I ignore him. I learn my lesson the hard way. And instead of comforting me, he goes "Told you so. Now you know better. Listen to me next time, will ya?" And I say yes and the cycle repeats.

He hates when I repeat the same mistake twice because the second time around, it's not considered a mistake. It's just my stupidity I guess. So, I can't really blame him or KC for being frustrated with me sometimes.

At one point this morning I said "Oh, don't go all 'big brother/dad' on me." And he just laughed. "Big brother/dad, huh?" "Haha yeah."

We stood where the water kissed the shoreline. When we had our little "heart to heart", we didn't even have to look at each other. We just stared out into the water and talked. Every once in a while, if I had to say something really important, we'd turn to face each other.

Oh my God, I just love him. Love him in a very brother/sister kind of way. Not in the romantic kind of way.
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In August, I thought no one cared. I just hated everything and everyone.

I've learned anything in the past 2 months, it's that people care about me. KC and Woody care. My sister cares. In fact, they're protective. Because they know how I am and how I can get. They get frustrated with me sometimes, but that doesn't make them love me any less.

They accept my flaws and all. That's why I love them. They accept my playful nature, my loud laughter, my sarcasm, my crazy ideas, my random thoughts, my obnoxious text messages, everything.

They love me and I love them twice as much. If I could hug them all right now at once, I would.

Woody, KC, MK: I love you. And you are all amazing. And I wouldn't be here lying in my "Happy Fort" writing this. This was a whirlwind of a year for damn sure.

XOXOXOX,

Molly Sarah