We Think We've All Changed...

Recently many of my friends have started to get home from their missions, and it really is the strangest thing. They leave, we were all sad for a year while everyone left, then they were all gone and we were still sad and talked about them all the time and looked at pictures and wrote them letters, and then all of the sudden, we got used to their absence, made some new friends, and got into a whole new groove. Then the first one gets home, panic sets in, "first they leave us and ruin our lives, now they're coming home and once again ruining our lives" (direct quote from shelby). Are we going to see them? They're going to be weird, they just spent two years in a foreign country speaking a different language. We are different people now, we made different friends....Ok, maybe I do want to see them, hanging out would be fun. Our minds rushed for days...have you seen him yet? Does he look any different? Does he have an accent?

And then we see them, and they are EXACTLY THE SAME! What was all that freaking out for? I practically had an emotional breakdown, sheesh, and he is no different, maybe a little taller, and more filled out, but otherwise exactly the same.

Last night I spent the evening with a group of friends from high school, these are some of my best friends, and they will be for the rest of my life. Some of those in attendance were RMs, and even though it's been over two years since we've all hung out like that, it felt almost the same, laughing incredibly hard, teasing about the same things we've always teased people for, tickling becca, listening to colton yammer on about different mind games...I decided to share some of my favorite quotes from last night.

"Cade, this is not the mission field, this is COLLEGE!"

"Dude, did you see that dunk over Odom!"

"Click, click, bang, dippity-dippity-dip, categories! Cereal! Trix, trix, trix!"

"So how does True Aggie Night work...(brief explanation)...that's it, I'm transferring to Utah State."

"So can I ask a girl to borrow her pencil, and then ask for her number?" "Um...sure, but she's gonna go right home and tell her roommates about it, and then if you go out you'll be known as the pencil kid." "But I still got a date, huh."

"Well, I met this girl kinda, she's pretty cute...but she's a year and a half older than me." "It

happens (from becca clearly)...did you get her number?" "Well her facebook?" "Well hunt her down! Facebook doesn't even count anymore, I'm friends with Kyle Korver and it means nothin'!"

"I really didn't mean to hit your head."

So far, I'm enjoying this time of reunion...and there is so much more to come!