Sara

I just realized I haven't used one of my older pictures yet. The picture is of Sara, so I decided, rather than write about a single event that happened a month ago, I would dedicate this post to a plethora of Sara-ness! (Sara, that word was for you.) I do this without asking Sara first, but I confess that won't stop me from highlighting one of my oldest friends.

I first met Sara in fifth grade at Sego Lily Elementary. I was new to the school and pretty nervous about going there. The very first person I remember seeing is K.T., whom I'd met through my new piano teacher only a week or two before. The very next person was Sara. She greeted me with a happy smile I desperately needed, and I stuck to her like glue for the rest of the day. (Or most of it; Sara was a morning student so I stayed a little longer than her in the afternoon.) I even walked next to her in the school lunch line (I didn't buy a lunch because I brought my lunch from home), though she was a little surprised when I asked if I could.

Although I developed other friendships at school (mainly with K.T. and Mikayla), I still loved talking to and hanging out with Sara and I count myself lucky to still be her friend today. She is (and this adjective is self-proclaimed) weird, quirky (I'm accountable for that one and all that follow), thoughtful and happy. She's also a great cook.

Sara laughs while holding a box of cooking ingredients, leftover pizza, a loaf of bread and her scriptures against the wall, figuring out how to carry it all back to her apartment. This was last month when Sara and K.T. used K.T.'s kitchen to cook up a delicious storm. We (me, K.T. and Jill) offered to help her carry stuff, but she refused. "I can manage."

Sara shows us prancing during one of her very hyper moods. We were actually kind of on a date at the time. :)

Sara poses for me as I attempt to document our trip to Temple Square last November. This is a typical Sara face.