Alana

I do not cease to give thanks for you, remembering you in my prayers. Ephesians 1:16

Goodbye. Never an easy word to say, least of all to this woman. A strong, beautiful artist. Appreciator of peanut butter cups, parking garages, and braided crowns of hair. My dear friend. On Thursday she returns to New York City, where she's made a life for herself. There is tiny fourth floor apartment and a roommate waiting for her, an church full of friends, a stone hall of learning, one dollar pizza stands, and a city breathing wildly, waiting for no one but missing this woman. This is something worth celebrating. Happy early birthday, love.