A beautiful day is coming

We actually met three times in life. The first was in middle school, and what we didn’t know then was that it was the beginning of a very long, slow burn. Years later, we reconnected at The Packinghouse Church, where I was volunteering in children’s ministry. Willie was the manager of the bookstore café, and through conversations about our mutual love of comedy, music, and horror movies, we became friends. A moment that really showed me who Willie was happened when he took the time to help me host a tea party for a group of junior high girls. He was patient, kind, and genuinely cared, even though he absolutely didn’t have to. It meant everything to me. After years of friendship, the start of the end of the world in 2020, and both of us leaving toxic relationships behind, it became mutual—we realized we were the people we had been waiting for all along, and had actually been there the entire time. And the red string finally connected… in all places, Bryce’s garage.