And I love Nashville.
The past three days were the absolute most amazing and wonderful three days of my life.
I have been saying that a lot lately, I think. It’s like my world keeps getting better and better by the minute, and each amazing thing that happens somehow tops something that I never thought could be topped.
I have always loved Nashville—everything about it. There is something about that place that is like a drug to me.
I can’t get enough of it.
The combination of being in my favorite city with some of my favorite people was almost enough to make my poor heart explode.
We ate awesome food.
We listened to amazing music.
We danced for hours on end with people that we will never see again.
A 32 year old Irish man commandeered my phone and announced to the world of twitter that “I could use a good poo.”
Classy, I know.
Speaking of the Irish guy, he was there with three of his Irish friends. Upon initial conversation, I was completely convinced that all four of them were faking their accents in order to up their chances of gaining female attention. I may or may not have demanded that each of them show me their identification.
They were really Irish. I begrudgingly apologized for my false accusations and returned their very real passports.
I wish I could say, “My favorite part of the weekend was when __________________.” But I can’t. I honestly can’t think of a single thing I wish had happened differently.
I will say this. It absolutely broke me to drive back home toward Alabama knowing that the girls who are such a huge part of me were headed the opposite direction… back to Virginia. I ugly cried. Like, people driving beside me on the interstate were staring at me.
Cool.
My life is absolutely beautiful. It’s crazy and wonderful and more than I ever imagined it could be. How awesome is it that I have friends who are so amazing that I literally fall apart when I have to leave them?
My God is good. And He finds new ways each day to love me and show me His grace.
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