So it was my first weekend without Cody. This might not seem like a big deal, and I'm sure people honestly don't care.. but this is MY blog, and it was a big deal to ME. Yes, there has been weekends where Cody and I haven't hung out. Maybe about five weekends in the past year. I'm not kidding either. A few people asked me what I was going to do, and to be honest, I was really trying not to think about it. The night ended up being pretty fun, nothing too out of the ordinary. Anyway, then I remembered, the night before Cody left, he text me and let me know that he had some stuff he left behind for me, and I was supposed to ask Carson about it. So I go over to their house for my things. At this point, I really have no idea what it could be. I spent every single day at Cody's house the past two weeks before he left and certainly made claim on a lot of the things he didn't want and proceeded to take them all home last Sunday. I have a hoodie, a couple shirts, and a bunch of other stuff that meant anything to us. Guess what Cody left for me? Are you ready, ladies and gentlemen!
Alright.. so we can all ignore the awful picture. Nope, I'm not a photographer and I don't intend on becoming one.
This is Cody's book shelf.
It is the book shelf that I have coveted for the past year.
It is the book shelf that I have used as a comparison for every book shelf I have looked at in the past year.
It is the book shelf that followed Cody when he went to college last year, and when he moved back home.
It is the book shelf that Cody made with his own two hands.
This book shelf, is now mine.
Many people might not appreciate a book shelf, but for me, this is honestly the sweetest most darlingest most thoughtfulest bestest gift I have ever received in my whole entire life, without question.
Because I love books. Because I love reading. Because I love owning books. Because I will write a book that will someday sit on that book shelf. Because I own so many books that are all hiding in my closet. Because I've wanted a book shelf for years to display my books and I ask every year for Christmas and my birthday and it never comes. Because I have never thought about just buying one for myself? Because I appreciate the fact that Cody built this book shelf. Because I am lame and nostalgic and girlish like that.
I couldn't wait twenty minutes until I was home, so I stopped at the end of their road and put my car in park. There was a lot of other stuff that Cody put together in a box. A compilation of things that people probably don't want to hear about. Many of these things I didn't even know he had, but they brought tears to my eyes. No words necessary, I just know exactly why he gave me all of the things that he did. Anyway. I cried the whole way home. Heavy, wet, mascara-ie, tears of pure happiness. Judge me all you want. I'm okay with being lame.
It's like the song we used to sing every day.
Even when you're gone, somehow you come along just like a flower poking through the sidewalk crack, and just like that, you steal away the rain, and just like that.. you make me smile.
I have the best best friend, in the universe, ever.
Thank you, Cody. =)