When I was in elementary school, I thought I knew who my friends were. . . .
until I met real friends later down the road.
When I was little, I thought most vegetables were gross. . . .
until I learned I couldn't leave the table without
eating them.
When my sister and I were younger, I thought I could get away with hitting her. . . .
until she'd hit me back. Harder.
In high school, I thought the torture of homework and reports would never end. . . .
until I graduated and proudly recieved my diploma.
I thought I knew how it felt to be proud of myself. . . .
until I dropped 30 pounds and three pants sizes.
I thought I knew what it was like to love someone. . . .
until I met the man of my dreams over five years ago.
I thought I knew how lucky and blessed I was. . . .
until every new day proves better than the last.
