I just feel like I'm gushing all of the time. In fact I know I am--I just gushed about pistachio frozen yogurt yesterday. I gush about nostalgic grilled cheese lunches. I gush about smallish tornados at the park and about Sunday chats with my aunt and uncle. I gush about everybody's new everythings.
Don't be mad--I'm gushing again. You'll see it in a second.
Here's the thing. I thought I'd care so much more when I found three errors in the final printout of a majorly serious portfolio. But I handed it to my professor and she smiled and she told me how much she's enjoyed having me in class. And I said, hey I feel the same about you. We chatted about grad school maybes and about her summer plans. I left her office, thinking about the three errors. And thinking of all of the errors and mistakes that are mine. So many, you know? But I'd claim them all again, just to make sure that I'd get the same unmistakes--the people, the classes, the small spaces, the BYU, the ahas, the growth.
I'd do it all again.
Gush gush gush.