She said

idaho is calling you home.

One evening last summer there was something I went searching to find. And while I was standing alone on sweet, familiar ground, I could not believe the time that had passed, and that there I was, feeling so changed.



I’ve thought about that night, about feeling alone, and older. I’ve thought about the things I’ve learned since then, and now, and how we can't just stand still. And how nothing can ever stay same, even when it’s the very thing we long for.


In a few weeks, dear friend, you’ll be married. And it so makes me smile. I look at the face of your sweet bride and hope she knows the very best parts of you. Hope she knows the things I think you’ll always love. The night sky, a fiery sunrise, turning the pages of good books, and good music. I hope she knows where you’ve been, where you’ve come from, and all the things that used to move you. (They moved us all.)


The truth is, (and I hope you all know), I remember.


I know years ago, I went moving on. And while sweet are the things I call mine now, the truth is I do look back. And those things I see are sweet too.

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To JM and the other boys I'll always love.