The Spring Dance Concert is this weekend. Well actually Thursday and Friday night. I am running sound for it.
I have to go to the rehearsals tonight and tomorrow night. That will make this week go by faster.
Then April will contain only one more week.
Then May comes. By the 12th I will be back home.
I only have three weeks left of my Freshman year at Lees-McRae college.
People at church do not want me to go home for the summer, but I am. Jonathan will be home with me. It should be a fun summer.
I can’t wait until I see Jenna and Tenielle.
You know, it doesn’t feel like I’ve been here at school for eight months, but I guess I have.
Did I fly during these past eight months or did I sit on a branch and sing? I believe I climbed the tree and sat on the very top. And while I was there, I spread my wings and looked at all that was around me. Then I jumped off of the tree and flew!
Where? To Cincinnati.
I flew there many times. Until this past time when something was unbuttoned and our relationship began to fall away.
So, I flew back to my tree. And then down to Albany, closer to heaven than I had known. Closer to my Angel.
Back at my tree, I saw things fly towards me. It was paper. It was ink. And the most beautiful combination of the two. It was my Emily.
So now as I prepare to fly back home, I look forward to the day I can fly to Crestview.
And the day when Eagle’s wings touch my Angel’s.