The following guest is a new friend of mine. Our friendship is budding. In fact, I think there's even a petal peaking out of the bud.
This is Sam.
I love him so much. (Too soon?) Practically every week, Nicolle, Camille and I partake in SWiS: Sundays with Sam. At these gatherings, we talk about everything, from our childhoods, to funerals, from Justin Bieber and his new heroin addiction to our recent happinesses or sadnesses in life.
Sam does not do things half-heartedly. Even if he would rather be somewhere else, he puts his all in whatever activity we are engaging in. He graced us with a reading of the Declaration of Independence on Presidents' Day and I eagerly await the day I play murder-in-the-dark with him.
He has yet to really see the awkward side of me, but I feel he is one to meet my awkwardness with understanding and kindness.
We played running charades once.
Sam's the greatest and I love him.
Update 3/13/13: Sam's post.