the liz cain: my blessing

Liz is my roommate. Elizabeth Caroline Cain. We weren't roommates my first year or my second. We went in unknowingly and honestly, a bit nervous. All summer I'd hoped we would click. We talked a little and I prayed a lot. and guess what mom?! we do! we so, so do! Liz is the most wonderful blend of friend, confidant, sister (kyrie, i love you), just a good ol' pal, lunch buddy, chapel partner, go-on-a-quick errand together friend, and yes, even a mother. and sometimes a grandmother. She's full of funny comments, quirky habits, nurturing qualities, and knows how to NOT take herself seriously. I love it. She's artistic and neat but not particular or obsessive. she's goes with the flow. She wears crazy clothes and likes to scrunch her hair and has the most lovely taste in sunglasses. She's happy in the morning and likes to talk at night after the lights go out.

We started this lovely habit early on of going to bed at the same time and whichever alarm clock goes off first, we're both up. It gives us a steady routine and i like it because we're not just co-existing or making it work, we're totally pals, wondering where the other is and looking forward to 11pm when we'll break from the work, pack up our books, say goodnight to our dear boys, and walk back to room 326.




I like milk. she likes plants.

but now i'm starting to like plants and she, milk(!)