An ode to the boys

My old youth pastor, Mike Powers, once told me, "You move to the beat of your own drum."

I've never understood that more than now being married to my wife. I don't know if it's just a girl thing, but I feel as if Christine is deeply rooted with dozens upon dozens of friends. I mean I'm still learning/meeting all of these incredible people that she has profound relationships with. She even had to draw me a diagram in order to sort out the madness of all the friends as we went along our Midwest Tour.

I love people, chatting it up, meeting new guys and gals, and bouncing around seeing how everyone is doing. But I've found that I typically keep it pretty "surfacey"/silly with most of these interactions.

I only have a handful of those deep, profound, thick "Christine style" friends.

Yesterday was one of the few days I got to spend quality time with most of them. These guys mean the world to me.

Papa Joseph - Running on the treadmill at our old church gym, eating energy beans while talking about everything under the sun.

Cam Wags - Catching up with him on the phone as he drove back to South Eastern Seminary.

Joel Pants - Ate an amazing Jordanian dinner with our wives, took a nostalgic stroll (physically and mentally) through Queen's University (hey there's another University besides Taylor in this clan! j/k) and scooting home quickly to test/realizing that skype without a microphone on one side is quite comical, kind of like an old school silent film. You should try it some time.

I don't know if I'll come near to the frequency or length of conversations with my amigos as Christine's and there's no use competing with the quantity of friends she has either.

But I do believe we deeply love them the same in our own distinct ways.

So yesterday was a blessing and today I get to see my dad and my brother

There is a thickness in my chest, not from saddness nor gloom, but just a gratitude for the love I have with these guys. I'm going to miss them.