(I took this picture. By the way.)

February is a rainy, windy, underrated piece of timespan here in Belgium, but I was determined to make it a good one. I had a good one. It was an endless juggle of schoolwork and trying-to-do-free-time-stuff (story of my life); it was filled with wind and rain and a surprise sunny week, and it ended with a lovely visit of a lovely friend.

I loved doing my January wrap-up, so here's the February edition. Welcome back, and all that.

Some stuff that happened:

1. The air of Valentine's Day made me crave chocolate (which is always a good thing, in my most humble opinion) and it made me waste many a hour on Youtube, watching the most adorable wedding videos ever which, in turn, made me cry and just ahh, I love cute couples.

2. We finished our complete re-watch (for some of us first watch) of Downton Abbey! I got sick of it and I loved it and I ranted about it and I complained about it and I gushed about it and I cried over it... it's been a good ride. February included the Downton Abbey Christmas Special Finale, so obviously February was a good month. Hello.

3. My friend Katie treated me on pizza for my birthday (which was back in January) (I don't mind late birthday presents; in fact I highly support them. If you give me a birthday gift in July I'll be like, 'sure yeah, fine, I'll take that as a birthday gift!') - which was nice. Pizza is always good. I took a polaroid selfie of us in the restaurant and then I lent her Hidden Places by Lynn Austin - I can't wait to hear what she thinks of it!

4. The best thing in February, I think, was last weekend! - My darling friend Emma's cousin Mary (who's super cool + awesome) came over to my house! It was so nice to have her over, to show her some of Belgium and to watch Testament of Youth with her. (Testament of Youth GAH. So. Darn. Terribly. Good.) (And I'm so happy I've finally visited Bruges. It's a gorgeous little town. Yesterday was one of the best days ever - loads of wind and rain, but also loads of chocolate and laughter and doing stupid things and it being okay.) (Emma, I wish you'd been there with us! <3)

5. Oh yes and I finally held a new born baby again and it felt so good.

6. I wrote! Not as much as I could have done - but way more than in January, so that's good!

Random words I liked:

Juxtapose // place or deal with close together for contrasting effect
Nostalgia // a sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past
Tarantism // The uncontrollable urge to dance

News that grabbed my attention:

- The Newsies Movie was out in America for three days and I WISH I COULD'VE GONE TO SEE IT. I send jealousy cards to anyone who did. (Not really.) (Just wild envy cards.) (How was Santa Fé? And how was Spot Conlan because he's my favourite. (After Jack, of course.))

- The Oscar glitch last Sunday was hilarious and terrible. I love live-tv-glitches. They're so dramatic and people just talk about them everywhere. (For those of you that don't keep up with the Oscars; They announced the wrong Best Picture and it was kinda funny. La La Land won enough other awards, I guess.)

- Nothing else. News doesn't grab my attention a lot. Unless it's about movies. Yes, I know that sounds terrible.

Random Quotes I loved:

"I am indwelt by the Holy Spirit. Because of this reality, stress and tiredness and impatience don't have to define my day." - Forgotten God, by Francis Chan

"Too often we disdain our bodies as the source of sin and our fallenness; yet they are precisely where God the Spirit chooses to dwell!" - Forgotten God, by Francis Chan (yeah this book is GOOD)

"Every Christian is a refugee in this world. We, of all people, should understand the plight of the displaced." - John Piper

"If we could comprehend everything there was to understand about God, either He would not be God, or we would not be mere humans." - Where is God in a messed-up world, by Roger Canswell

"If you ever get out of this place, go and tell the world that no matter how deep the pit, God is deeper still." - Betsy to her sister Corrie ten Boom, several days before she died in a concentration camp.

Some Bible verses I loved:

The night will shine like the day, for darkness is a light to you. {Psalm 139:12}

The Lord is robed in majesty and is armed with strength. The world is firmly established; it cannot be moved. {somewhere in the book of Psalms - I didn't write down in my notebook which verse. :-P}

Books I read:

Forgotten God (reversing our Neglect of the Holy Spirit), by Francis Chan // So. Good. This book inspired me to the bones; it fed my soul and it just really, really inspired me. Francis Chan is now one of my top authors/speakers - the way he biblically presents the messages and truthfully and gracefully challenges his readers is just so good. I highly recommend this!

To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee // A reread of one of my all-time favourite books - T'WAS JUST AS GOOD AS I REMEMBERED. This book is so so good yep yup read it if ya haven't kaybye.

Where is God in a messed-up world? by Roger Canswell // Found this at Youth Group, borrowed it, read it, loved it.

(WOW. I only read three books this month?!? Fail. Fail. Fail. I am shocked and embarrassed and ashamed of myself.) (But at least I wrote more. Yes, I am justifying myself.)

Blog posts I wrote:

Emma Jane - a blog post celebrating the birthday of my bestest friend and mentor. I love her, peeps. Happy late birthday Ems.
Crazy Huge Deal - Writing this blog post was so hard because I couldn't express myself properly! God is huge.
Valentiney Stuff - *heart-emojis*
Toothpaste, Untalented Capabilities and Extrovertedness - In which I answer a random list of questions.
Nostalgia - in which I blubber about sentimental stuff that remind me of when I was little.

(Speaking of blog-stuff, I want to give a random shout-out to a new-ish blogger who definitely deserves more readers. Check out my friend Hannah's blog 'Prone to Wonder' - Hannah is a 'real life' friend (oh you know what I mean with real life) of mine and her faith-themed posts have encouraged me + she loves Rilla of Ingleside too, so duh yes, she's cool. :-)

Random Youtube Videos I enjoyed:

This wedding video // still not over it. It's so adorableee.
Adler Davidson's "prank video" // SO FUNNY LIKE HOW IS HE SO FUNNY. (I love that he laughs at those stupid prank videos youtubers do.)
It's Okay to be single by Blimey Cow // As usual, their videos are hilarious and spot on. 

Songs I listened to a lot:

What I never knew I always wanted by Carrie Underwood - Still one of my favourite love songs. 
Church Bells by Carrie Underwood - Basically, I re-listened to all the Carrie Underwood songs. It made me miss America. :'-( And her voice is bonkers good.

Goals for March:

1. I need to work more. I feel like I didn't do enough schoolwork this month and I'm keen to get things done and my brain trained with boring info this month. Keen is not a good word. Intent, rather. I want to do it because I know I have to, not because it's like, enjoyable.

2. I still kinda want to write more but I don't know how these two will fit. (I don't think I'll read a lot next month. :-P)

3. Decide once and for all what I want to study at university. 

How was your February?
How many kilograms of chocolate did you consume?


My problem with wanting to be good.

I was talking (okay... emailing) about this with a friend of mine the other day. "I want to do good things, but then I WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW," I admitted. She admitted similarly. 

I bet you can relate. You'll happily make the meal when visitors come... but you want them to know it was you making it and not Mum. You'll do an extra chore without asking... but you want a hearty thanks afterwards and recognition and praise for wow, your hard-core diligence! You'll clear up the chairs after coffee at Church, but let's be real, just so people will be like, "Wow, s/he's a good, Christian individual." You'll maybe pray long, because you know people are watching and observing and you know they'll admire you for it. You'll talk to the handicapped child, but mainly so that people will thank you for it afterwards.

I'm going to stop using 'you's... because this is me. So often, this is me. I want to be good, but it's for the wrong reasons.

I thought about this for a while and I decided: This is ironic! It is! I want to be good for God; it's why I want to be good - but then literally, while I try to be good, I do it in a way that is not good. It's ironic. It's sad. It's selfish ambition - a serious sin in the eyes for the Lord, by the way. It's the devil trying to turn a good ambition into a bad one. It's not cool.

I (so far, each paragraph in this post starts with the word 'I' - I mean, speaking of selfish ambition, guys) recently have started to listen to podcasts and I've (so far) listened to two that really helped me on this subject area. I realise I'm mainly parroting what I heard in the podcasts, but it was good stuff and I think it's worth a repeat.

The first podcast I listened to is called "Glory to God Alone." I started listening to it, thinking, oh yeah, this is going to be about God's amazing power and His Glory and how we should glorify that!" But when I finished it, I identified myself as a Glory robber.

Glory to God ALONE. (Alone being the keyword here!) 

We are Glory robbers. We take the glory, praise and honour that should all go to God and we want it, so desperately, to fall on us. We want to do good, but we want to get the glory for it! The glory we feel we deserve; the Glory that has to go to God alone.

The second podcast (Francis Chan... my favourite; he makes a thirty minute long sermon seem like ten short ones!) is called "Reputation vs Character" (listen to it plz) and the image Francis used to describe the message he was trying to bring out was really, really good. It struck a chord with me. I love it. He said that it's stupid for us to focus on our reputation (aka what people think / aka getting good character reviews from other people / aka craving good opinions) rather than our character. Francis brought his listeners to an imaginary setting of a guy who'd always put up a good reputation - a guy who did bad in secret. In this story, the man dies and goes to hell. "Will this man be like; oh, it doesn't matter; look - the people on earth at my funeral all say I'm a good person, so it's fine?" Francis asked the congregation.

It's stupid. It's not about our reputation. It's about our character - it's the real deal, not a play. If people think you're good, that doesn't make you good. God decides.

Being good is more than just doing. You and I, we have to do it for the right reasons. Let's try again!



nostalgia // noun // a sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past.

I love nostalgia. It's weird and beautiful and melancholy and perceptive and heart-warming. It's wistful and sentimental. It's happy and sad. I love that you can't have nostalgia for bad memories - and I love that nostalgia isn't really about memories, it's more about past aspects - like a particular smell, or a smile, or a book, or a room. I love that nostalgia can dawn suddenly, unexpectedly, and make you think, pause; remember, reminisce about the good days past. I love that it reminds us that life has been good and that life is good - because one day we'll be filled with nostalgia for now.

I love nostalgia. It's a nice word too; it sounds nice and it has a twist to it - it's a clever word. It's a word that every individual interprets differently - a word so personal and intimate that no-one can describe quite what nostalgia feels for themselves.

Cows in pastures makes me nostalgic; mainly because we used to live across the road to fields with cows (also chickens; although not in the same field) and I walked there plenty of times. Also, every year we'd go to this farm in Switzerland and yep, you guessed it, cows with bells around their necks - chewing their hearts out on the dewy morning grass - were always part of our stay there.

Newborn babies make me nostalgic. Their crazy small fingers; toenails; ears... their innocence, their pure perfection; their delicate, gorgeous, gorgeous beauty. I love their eyes - looking at things without knowing things, looking at faces and trusting people without knowing a thing. I love their little noses and their kissable feet and wrinkly fingers and ugh goshdarnit they're so terribly adorable. Even if they're ugly and wrinkled, they have tear-drop-worthy gorgeousness about their beings. You get it if you stare at one long enough.

A friend from Church recently had a little boy and I got to hold him (yeahhh for like, five minutes) and his black eyes peering at me from his teensy face just UGH IT'S LIKE MAGIC I TELL YOU.

I guess newborns make me nostalgic because I've so many memories of newborn siblings - going to the hospital and fighting for a turn to hold said new sibling. So many memories of sorting out baby clothes and smelling baby shampoo (best . smell . ever . Can I have an amen?) and feeling those small fingers cling around one of mine. Holding a new sibling always sort of felt like holding part of me... part of my blood; in my young arms - a freakin' human being with a life ahead. Blank pages to fill.

Ladybird books make me nostalgic. (For anyone who doesn't know, Ladybird books aren't books about insects... they're about all sorts of things. They were made in Britain, I believe, to learn kids how to read.) Whenever I was ill, I would take all of them (and we have a lot of ladybird books) and I would read them all in my bed. I loved reading about Peter and Jane and the dolls and the horses and the cookies and the beach and Punch and Judy and just yes I loved it. I personally think the stories are stupid now, but yeah speak about nostalgia.

The Cinderella Ladybird book pictured above makes me so so nostalgic because I have such a vivid memory of discovering it between some boring French grammar books at Grandma and Granddad's house and yes lil' seven-year-old me was like ahhhh this book is the best book ever. I put it back there and every time we revisited, I would go back and reread it. I still kinda want Cinderella's dresses. Obviously mainly the pink one on the cover.

Banana shaped moons make me nostalgic. Now I love full moons; glorious and cunning and smart in the dark sky - but spiky banana moons remind me of when I was little and I would freak out and point at it because IT'S SO EXCITING. LOOK MAMA THERE'S THE MOOOON.

Astrid Lingdren's stories make me nostalgic. I used to be such an Astrid Lingdren fan. I had no idea she was a Swedish author; for me she was the author of 'Madieke en Liesbet' and I thought she lived in Belgium and I felt like she wrote them right to me. 

I luuurved reading about Madieke (I think; Margaret in English? Not sure. I read 'em in Dutch and it doesn't feel right in any other language, haha) and her adventures in her red house with her sister Liesbet. I wanted to throw meatballs from the roof and have an Easter chocolate man and all that. I wanted to be like Lisa in 'The Children of Noisy Village' (the English title sounds so wrong; but I shall use it for my dear readers. Appreciate all I do.) and have an attic room and collect pictures and own a lamb. And have the perfectest life. :-)

Basically, I wanted to live in an Astrid Lingdren book. And the gorgeous, full-colour picture books that I found in the library (see picture above) didn't really help. (Seriously when I found that picture on Pinterest a whole GUST (no, WIND) of nostalgia swept over me.) (#personalfeels)

Seagulls make me nostalgic because I remember being so excited to see them on what-felt-like-the-longest-journey-ever to England. Seeing seagulls meant we were in Calais which meant we were going to board on the ferry, which meant we were going to see the White Cliffs of Dover (ugh yes the White Cliffs of Dover give me such nostalgia... please; don't get me started!), which meant we were going to be in England. I love seagulls. Also the sound of them... nothing screams more beach and coast. It's a beautiful sound.

Library cards make me so nostalgic. The stamps marking the history of the travels of a book, the library ladies stamping new stamps on the card (I always wanted to do it because it sounded like so much fun to do)... I miss the library card days, guys. 

So. Many. Library memories. I'm so glad that libraries hadn't yet 'fully developed' into computer-generated libraries in my childhood. I'm so glad I associate stamps and library cards with books. I'm so glad that when I visit a library now I still expect the crunch of the stamp to interrupt the bookish silence in the air. I'm sad that it doesn't. I don't care about the efficiency of computer-technology-look-it-up libraries; I WISH LIBRARY CARDS WERE STILL A THING.

I miss the tiny library that lived near the local church before it disappeared and joined the big, modern one. Just thinking about that adorable library makes me nostalgic because it was literally the cutest place in the world and I always wanted to go there when Mama went. I would come home with BAGS of books (frequently the same ones over and over) and it was the bomb. (*whisper* I know you have no idea what I'm talking about but please, allow me to have my trip down memory lane.)

Pettson and Findus books make me nostalgic. I got these from frequent library visits (and haven't read one in aaages) and my word, so much nostalgia. They're basically books about this old man and his cat (the cat is the coolest kid ever) and the pictures are just gold - filled with adorable detail; little weird creatures peeping from rugs and corners, little bits and bobs... I poured myself into these books. I want to reread them all so badly right now. (If I have kids, these are on my to-buy-for-their-birthdays list; for sure.)

Tapes make me nostalgic. REMEMBER THESE??? When you could put them in CARS? (Sheesh, I'm only eighteen. I should not be feeling this old.) My favourite childhood tape was one my dad made of my older brother singing Nursery Rhymes and Christmas songs. Oh, and there was one tape of annoying Nursery Rhyme songs that my sister Hannah and my brother Daniel ALWAYS listened to - I was so sick of it I hid it in the garden with my older brother. (Still good memories.)

The Martine/Tiny books give me nostalgia. I'm sorry to - once again - talk about books none of you probably know about, but the Tiny (not a word meaning small; it's a name. Don't laugh. Her name is Tiny. It's from the name Martine.) books basically are my childhood. They're MINE. None of my sisters like them much and I can't see why because I when I look back at my childhood I see Tiny books Tiny books Tiny books

We still have almost all of them - all 50-something. Tiny was this girl with the perfect life and the pictures are perfect and it's so unrealistic and I LOVED THEM SO MUCH... *goes downstairs to reread them all*

Film rolls make me nostalgic. The old camera has now long been buried and been replaced by a sporty grey lil' pocket-sized thing, and I miss the film roll days, readers. I always wanted to have it after the pictures had been developed... I always had a fascination for it, I guess. I mean, how on earth was my face on this brown see-through object?

There you go... some stuff that makes me wistful and sentimental and nostalgic. 

For some reason, so does a frying pan filled with eggs, but I have no idea why. So do the Little House on the Prairie books of course - I didn't dare even mention those because you'd all be like: "UGHH I KNOW SHHH DON'T SAY IT AGAIN." :-P 

Now, if you read all of this, consider yourself my friend. (I realise it might have been boring for some people. That's okay. Nostalgia is different for different people; I told you in the early realms of this post, if you've been paying any attention.) Does any of the things I listed make you nostalgic? If so, consider yourself my friend as well. Tell me about all the personal feels in the comment section; I'm all ears.


Toothpaste, Untalented capabilities & Extrovertedness

(This title of the post makes this post sound a lot more interesting than it is. I guess it's me learning how to do the clickbait thing.)

My darling Olivia tagged me with ten random cute questions and here are the ten random cute answers. onetwothreego.

1.)  Is there a particular fictional genre to which you keep returning? (i.e. period drama, action, fantasy, etc.)
Oh yeah, definitely action and fantasy. :-P Hashtag JUST KIDDING. Obviously my predictable answer to this question is Period Drama. It's my first fictional genre love and return to it I always shall.
2.)  What type of toothpaste do you use? ('Cause I'm weird like that.)

Why. Do. You. Care. :-P (T'is allright, I don't mind. :-))
Paradontax. This rosy podge that has a fresh after-taste, in case your adorable curiosity was wondering about the specifics. :-P
3.)  In general -- can be for yourself or for others or for both -- do you prefer straight, curly, or wavy hair?

I have a thing for curls. Let's go with moderately curly.
4.)  Do you like musicals?

DUHHHHHHHHHHH YEAH. (Do some people not?)
5.)  What is your third favorite season?

I LOVE how you're so oddly specific. Oddly specific questions are my one weakness. My third favourite season is autumn. Actually, I don't know. My favourite season is winter, but I like all the other seasons equally, for different reasons.
6.)  Jewelry -- yea or nay?

yea why not.
7.)  Have you seen any of the live-action remakes of the classic Disney movies? If so, what are your thoughts on them?

I've seen Cinderella, but that's just about it. However, I loved that one. T'was twinkly and beautiful and I'm still not over the blue ballgown and the blue eyes of Prince Kit.
8.)  Are you adept at cookery?

Am I a good cook, you mean? No. I am not a good cook. Way to bring up my untalented capabilities, Olivia. ;-P
9.)  Is there anybody you really wish would start a blog?  

Yep. I wish Miss Meg (who frequently comments) had a blog; she'd make an amazing blogger.
10.)  Do you know what your Myers-Briggs personality is?  If so, do share.

Last time I did it I was an ISFP but now I identify myself more as an extrovert (I know, right, crazy things happen!) and b'sides every time I do the test I get something different which basically means I have a different personality depending on what mood I'm in. Because I'm that confusing. Yay.
(I might write a post on my everlasting battle between my extroverted side and my introverted side. It's quite interesting.) (Okay, that would make for a dead boring post. I shall spare you.)


Valentiney Stuff

I'm happily single, but happily appreciative of Valentiney, Romancey Stuff. I, therefore, like many other lovely single ladies, celebrate this month of Romance in my own way... on my own. (No, I didn't suppress a sob while declaring my current state of I-have-no-bae-ness. I have tons of lovely friends and I just read To Kill a Mockingbird and I'm listening to Carrie Underwood so yeah, why would I complain? Really. Keep it together.) (Also, chocolate. There's more when you're single because you don't have to share.) (I realise it's not V-day yet, but I'm an early bug when it comes to cute couples.)

Here are some Valentiney Stuff that give me LOADS AND LOADS OF FEELSIES. Enjoy.

Because Downton Abbey couples always deserve a mention in posts about Romance. Tom + Sybil's epic romance always makes my heart melt and ugh lets not even talk about the disgusting adorableness of Matthew and Mary. (I can't NOT talk about these without italics. They are the epitome of cute.)

This random wedding video made me cry buckets and I don't even know these people. How. I love them and I love how they really, really, really want their marriage to be all about Jesus. Also, they're crazy cute together so that helps.

A buncha random cute pictures I found online. Because it's adorable.

OKAY SO THIS VIDEO. I know, the dude's hair is terrible (okay, fine, it's not my style) but this couple is honestly so so adorable and I now want to have a surprise wedding too. Their passion to have Jesus-centred lives is just heart-warming and I love it when they just cry and laugh and look at each other and then cry and laugh some more. (Yes, I get attached to random people in youtube videos. Welcome to my life.)

Excuse me while I die. TOM AND BARBARA TOM AND BARBARA TOM AND BARBARA. They're seriously so cute that I am at loss for words. (*cue Marilla Cuthbert rolling her eyes at this loss-for-words-fiddlesticks.*) I'm afraid Marilla would roll her eyes a lot at me; especially when I start talking about Emma and Knightley. Just look at these two:


However, of course, the award for the cutest couple ever ever EVER goes to Minnie and Alfie in Lark Rise to Candleford. These two are so freakin adorable together it's literally TIRING to watch. (No, really.)

This is my favourite couple-in-love-song I have ever listened to. (At least, at the moment. These things change.) Carrie Underwood's voice is fire and lightning and roses and candles all rolled into one, and this song is so passionate and calm and soothing and beautiful AHHH I LOVE IT. (Let's listen to it together.)

... if this post doesn't make you appreciate romance, I don't know what will. Happy Valentine's day, folks. If you're single, don't mourn your singleness but yeah, do squeal over cute couples because it makes life a great deal rosier and it's really fun. (Do talk about your favourite cute couples in the comments because I can always do with more sappiness.)


Crazy huge deal.

Here's something exciting I've been chewing on lately.

God could have easily made a big house, right? Like the stars; with gold and diamonds and white light shining beams from it. He could easily make it huge and visible and have a huge sign on it: "I live here", in letters that shine in the night and shout it out in the day. He could have easily made a high house in the sky, so that parents could point up and tell their kids that "God lives there!" and that we could tell our atheist friend to "just look up; there's His house."

... But he didn't.

You might think that if He did, t'would have made life much simpler for us. A huge proof of God's presence in the sky!

But He did something instead. He looked at you (yes, you; literally anyone on earth) as if you're the only one on earth (this is how God looks at people) and He said, "I want to live in you." He said, Rae, I want to live in you. Emma, I want you to be my house. Lissy, I want to live in you. Hannah, I want you to be my embassy and I'll come and inhabit it. Miss March, I want to live in you. Evie, God says, I want to live in you. Just replace your name with the ones I wrote and think about that for a while.

This is amazing.

This is honestly amazing. Like, it's crazy. It's a crazy huge deal. He could have made a huge big house and He chooses us to be lived in by Him? What a privilege! What an honour! What a love. We don't deserve it and yet He wants to; more than anything. Whenever one of us excepts, He rejoices.

When you hear it this way, it seems ridiculous that we don't want Him living inside us. Still; we're like, 'ugh no thanks,' so freaking often, without fully realising it, maybe. I recently read Forgotten God by Francis Chan and it was all about how we so easily just ignore the Holy Spirit; the God in us. We should not ignore it - it is a huge gift and a beautiful one. Of course, accepting God to live in us, to be a part of our lives, means something. It would have to make a difference or else there'd be no point to it - We have a duty to fulfil. If you want God to live in you; that means you should represent His love, and that is our duty.

I heard this simple message in a talk at Youth Group several weeks ago; and then I read Forgotten God, and then my brother got confirmed and there was a sermon on the Holy Spirit at the service, so I've been thinking about this deal a lot. It makes me so excited. I wake up, feeling challenged. I'm like, "Naomi old girl; today I'm going to try to show people that God is living right inside my body." (Okay, of course, I never feel like I succeed - but I'll keep on trying.)

I challenge you to do that same, dear people of the internet. (Would it sound medieval of me to finish this post with a 'go forthwith'?) ;-)


Emma Jane

(dark, grainy and blurry picture, but i love it. because this is my favourite person. and now i'll start using capital letters again.)


For some people, she's the girl who played Eponine two years ago; that one that made the whole show seem like it was Broadway quality.
For some people, she's the fun-loving cousin with the Ranger truck. The cousin with the wackiest ideas and the dry sense of humour. (She's dope.)
For some people, she's the one of the three girls of the yellow barn; the one that cleans the rabbit cages and avoids talking to strangers. Because strangers will always be strangers. They're... strange.
For some people, she's the girl with the cowboy boots and the Ford cap who yelled and danced at the Hunter Hayes concert last summer.
For some people, she's the senior ballet-dancer who had her picture in the local newspaper. And who can't handle the ballet-complements.
For some people, she's the country music nut. Carrie Underwood and Josh Turner and the Willis Clan and Sara Evans blazes in her truck till she's sick of it and tells her Belgian friend so she (the friend) can celebrate it.
For some people, she's the novelist; the writer who will definitely one day be famous and who will go to book signings and write widely requested books with more bunnies and cats around her than can be numbered.
For some people, she's the girl who always goes straight to the Christian Fiction section in libraries and bookstores even though she's sick of the genre.
For some people, she's that friend I often talk about; the one I went to visit in June, and the one who's never been on European ground and who must
For some people, she's the (orphaned? :-P) girl that comes to Church with her blonde sister; the girl who sings beautifully and who loves people and Jesus and praising Him.
For some people, she's the girl at writing camp who hated the dead boring poetry lessons but who was the best writer there, period, no buts.
For some people, she lives way to far away and sends cool emails and writes excellent blog posts. They really think she should come and visit loads of blogging friends because that would be fun.
For some people, she's that wickedly talented singer. Just ugh. Don't be so talented, Emma, it's not funny anymore.
For some people, she's the plain awesome sister who makes popcorn on a daily basis, picks westerns at the library, and pens down her nostalgic thoughts into yet another journal. 
For some people, she's the girl at those balls who has starry eyes and hair the colour of hazelnuts. The one that allegedly knows all the lyrics to Hamilton by heart. The one that dressed up as Ann from Roman Holiday for the November ball.


For me, you're my best friend. Emma, you're in loads of people's lives and I'm so so thankful you're in mine. Love you, girl. Happy eighteenth. (Oh yeah, haha, it's your birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I got so into writing this post that I forgot about the reason why. Heehee.)

(I mean Haha. *insert winky face cuz duh private-y joke*)

PS, I was going to add; "I'm sure that for some people, you're the girl they secretly want to ask out", but then I decided I'd not because I don't want to start false rumours. You're absolutely welcome, Violet.