March 28, 1995 – Tuesday – 11:48 p.m.

Sunday night, March 26, 1995 was the greatest night of my life thus far.  I am sure of it.

I called Emily around 3:00 p.m.  It was 2:00 p.m. in Crestview.  That was the first time I had heard her voice in nearly 18 months.  She sounded beautiful.  We talked for 30 minutes because she had to be at church at 2:30 p.m.  I gave her my number and she called me back at 11:00 p.m. that night.

I thought she was 20 years old, but she is 16.  She was 14 when I met her.  She never told me her age, I just figured she was 18.  It surprised me, but it didn’t bother me.

Only her and I will know how special that conversation was.  We talked about each other.

She loves me.  She loves me for who I am.  She doesn’t know what I look like now.  She sees me as me, as special, as an eagle.

I saw her for who she really is Sunday night.  I held her Sunday night.

She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, yet I don’t know what she looks like now either.  All I see is her spirit.

We talked for an hour and a half.  I told her I loved her.  She told me she loved me.

I wish I could tell you more about it, but you will be hearing more about Emily.

I point you to Hebrews 13:2, “Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.”

This is Emily.  Except she is not a stranger.  I have never felt so close to a person before.  Our bodies are hundreds of miles away.  But our spirits hold each other every night.

Goodnight my Angel.

November 7, 1993 – Sunday – 10:17 p.m.

A lot is on my mind.

A bird flew my way today.  A bird who has flown my way many times before.  Perhaps she likes the moon?  Perhaps not.

Yesterday was Saturday.  Mom and Henry left that morning to go to Charleston, SC.  It’s their 10th anniversary.  I don’t know how my mom put up with him for so long.

I had to take Nate everywhere I went.  Well, Marcus and I and Nate went to Scott’s house to go fishing.  We had a good time, and afterwards stopped by Roses to buy Carman’s new tape.  Then we went to hang out in the Wal-Mart parking lot; a special Christian outreach thing was going on.  Music and mime.  It was great.

Youth group happened and then Marcus and Nate and I went to Christi’s house because Jason was back in town for a few days.  But absolutely no one was home.  We figured we would try tomorrow after church.

Church was weird this morning.  Afterwards, Nate went to David’s house and we went to find Jason again.  The rest of the family was home, but Jason left early that morning to go back to college.  

Christi and I finally got a chance to talk.  But I’ll have to write about that tomorrow.  Right now, I’m going to sleep; reliving the conversation in my dreams.