Recently, my parents have been going through a box of letters they wrote to one another throughout college. This box is filled with at least 300 letters that were written over the course of about 3 years. A couple of weeks ago while I was home they let me read some of them. As humorous as some of them were (never, in my entire life have I heard my dad call my mom "dimples," nor do I care to), I couldn't help but think that their lives were so similar to my own. They were young, they were stressed, and they didn't necessarily know where life was taking them.
After looking through that box of letters I returned back to school and found myself looking through my own letters that I've received throughout college. One of them was sent from my dad about two years ago when I was first looking for housing. He knew I was stressed and looking for encouragement. But he was also apprehensive. He saw me taking a new step. A step that showed I was getting older. And maybe in his mind he saw me becoming more distant. He was apprehensive about losing the part of me that needed him. The part of me that turned to him for advice. But he didn't lose me and he won't. Because I know he and my mom have been here. They see the big picture. They know that I'm stressed. They know that I am constantly questioning where God wants me to be. But they also know that I'll find happiness wherever life takes me. They have.
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