My buddy Dawson is going overseas for missions in China for a year. I love it when people go overseas to love God's people. But I'm sad he's not going to be around.
He was the little brother I always wanted.
We were
high school musical,
jammin' in morrison,
dancing,
studying,
starbucks,
yogurtland,
mcdonalds,
gospel choir,
the office,
beer and pizza,
stupid and catchy music,
earbuds,
and awkward third wheel
buddddaaaayyyyyys!!!
He saw me eat like a ravenous beast and called me a ravenous beast, and still sat by my side, hangout after hangout.
Aw man, I hate saying good-bye. Stupid tears, go away.
Dawson, thanks for the fun years. I can't wait to see how you will continue spreading your Jesus joy. Keep rockin' out to Justin, dude.
Maybe we'll be aptmates when you come back. That would be sick. :P
