It's hard to know which: did you need me more or did I need you more?
I never, ever, ever in a million years could have seen our lives forging together in the silly and fun and deep and inquisitive ways that they have. Afterall, you were pretty much what my nightmares were made of: a sporty high school girl? Oh, lord.
It's a good thing God knows us better than we think we know ourselves because I loved your sporty high school girlness from the moment we first met.
Your inquisitive spirit, your searching eyes, your hungry energy - there is so much I love about you and recognized in you from those first few early days. I love your strong morals, your deep belief in yourself and your friends and your family. Your determination to learn more, do more, see more - that hunger that is so deep inside you - I love that about you and pray you never lose that. But if I know you, you won't.
You're a joy in my life that I didn't know I was missing until you showed up. You've inspired me, encouraged me, held me accountable, and been such a fun breakfast date and soul sister friend. You've helped Wimberley feel like home, and in the process have cracked open a few of the tougher, more jagged parts of my heart. You make me proud every single day and to know you, love you, be loved by you, and be known by you is one of my most favorite life treasures.
Thank you and I love you, Caro.