As I finish a solid four hours on campus of being productive, sitting across from my dark haired roommate who's tired face peaks over the spiderman screen of her computer, I run my hand through my hair and realize with a deep satisfaction that my locks are the longest they have ever been in five years. and I remember what it means-that I am just a few more days closer to being five years in remission.
and after going through a long day, filled with meetings at work, lots of new projects, tons of homework, inspiring photography classes, good music, a nearly empty gas tank and a beautiful letter from my missionary, I remember with a tired smile that i feel reaching into my eyes, that my life is a miracle.
and it is so beautiful.