It Mud...That's Not Really Mud...

Last night I had the great pleasure of partying it up. No not at my friend's 18th bash (which was last night as well) but at Ben's house. He turned 14 last week. Yes, that's right. I spent my Friday night running around, dancing, laughing, and making a fool of myself with about 7 middle schoolers. And it was the funnest party I've been to since...since I can't remember when. Seriously.

I think it's all the craziness of life lately and realizing that I'm going to actually have to start being a responsible adult soon, but I had the time of my life acting insane and not being a afraid to be immature. I wholeheartedly believe in never fully growing up. I don't think it's healthy to be an adult all the time.

My seventh graders...I don't know why they accept me, but they do. And I love them for it. It's neat to see them have grown so much. There are times they are yelling at cars that drive by and standing in the middle of the street at 11pm (much like I did with my friends in middle school) and then there are times when we have such passionate heartfelt conversations about missions and what God is doing in their lives. It's relationships like these that remind me why I am so adamant about teaching.