I used to be obsessed with this song. How did this pop up on my youtube randomly? I ain’t hatin’…

Totally had some skates like this. Definitely busted my tail a few times wearing them too.

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This picture was just too precious to me. It reminded me of my grandpa Marvin. He was on his death bed and was able to kiss my new baby cousin Katie just before he passed away. It was something of a miracle. Sweet and sad all at the same time, but totally wonderful. I miss him. I miss kissing his bald head, sitting on his lap, driving his rickety old golf cart around, him slipping me $5, and trading him circus peanuts and spit tobacca’ for some juicy fruit gum. Those were the days. 

In His Love,
Buffy

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This is the way me and my family used to say “I love you” - It hasn’t happened in a while and this makes me sad :/

I was sitting indian style just a minute ago, and I began to look at my leg. I have this gnarly scar that I got last summer. It’s only about an inch long and kinda bumpy with scar tissue (sorry for the graphics). But as I looked at this scar, I could only think about how beautiful it was. Not because it was aesthetically pleasing, but because it was a part of me and a part of my life story. 

I got this scar last summer while trying to unload a jet ski from a jet dock. I fell through a hole in the dock and cut my leg on some barnacles. I was with my friend Shaudie from Jamaica. She has continually been one of my best friends at Camp Albemarle, and I can honestly say that I can share my life with her fully. She was there when I got my scar, and she’s been there for me through so many other moments in my life and it’s absolutely beautiful. Now every time I look at this scar I am reminded of her, and her friendship, and our love for camp, and our love for life. 

We all have scars. We all have something that hurts, or has hurt us in the past. I think the point is not to look at the scar as an ugly image, but as something beautiful and something to be remembered. To remember that moment in our life, and know that we have overcome it. To know that despite all of our afflictions, we pressed on, and now we are stronger and even more beautiful in character than when we began. 

In HIs Love,
Buffy