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February 09, 2013

I think we've gone over how much I like getting phone calls?

Calls from my best little brother friend. We always find ourselves going through the exact same things at the same time. And sometimes he calls with really big surprises!

Calls from my sisters. We can talk Disney or family or books or blogs, heavenly help or new ideas and goals.. and they get me laughing like nobody else.

Calls from my old friend who locked his keys in his car and only needed a way to kill time waiting for the locksmith..

Calls from old roommates. Whether they're married in Provo or studying in Jerusalem, I miss them and loved hearing their voices more than I realized I would.

Calls from a boy who laughs at every aspect of my life.. but I think secretly finds it pretty great.

It's actually probably hypocritical of me to say how much I love getting phone calls or to say that I wish I got them more often because I'm pretty terrible at calling people myself. I'm afraid of bad timing and feeling stupid, mostly. Oh, they're probably busy.. and wouldn't that make me feel dumb? Well it shouldn't. That doesn't mean they don't want to talk to me, it means they're busy. And doesn't everyone at least sometimes want to know there's a person out there who misses them and wants to talk? No? Okay, just me.

[I also really like writing letters, and I wish sending them were more of a thing.]

Anywaaay.. thanks for the calls, guys. Or the texts or e-mails or letters. It's nice talking with you.

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Hello neighbor! Long time fan, first time poster...I do enjoy reading your blog. For some reason I had to let you know how much this post touched my heart. Not sure why, really. It looks like you are having the time of your life and I'm so happy for you (Yet, trying not to be too jealous.) Always be take care.

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