I got a letter from Emily today. She’s doing great!
In Art we are beginning a new project. We’re supposed to write and illustrate a children’s book. I already have my idea. I’ll keep you informed.
Yesterday, when I was at Christi’s, the two of us went into her room to listen to Miss Saigon and Les Miserables (by the way, it’s in ten days). Christi was going to go with her school, but she has a Sound of Music rehearsal, so she gave her ticket to Andy, her brother. Bummer.
Well, we were just talking and then she began telling me about how in The Sound of Music she has to kiss this guy. She said she always wanted a boyfriend so she could tell him that the stage kiss means nothing to her, but that if he (her boyfriend) was up there acting with her, then it would mean something.
I was happy. She was telling me something that she would want to say to her boyfriend.
The subject of church came up. I never asked her about it; she just began talking. She said things weren’t the same. The love of the fellowship just wasn’t there anymore.
I agreed. The church has gone through a rough period, but it’s getting back up on its feet.
She also said its because she’s moving next year and wants to get use to the church in Rocky Mount.
I’m moving next year, too.
I think Christi is scared.
I know I am.
I learned what life was this past weekend.
Life is simply a collection of greetings and farewells, and the love you share in between.
You may not be coming to church anymore Christi, but I’m not going to say goodbye to you unless I have to.