Megan Brady

Megan and I met in 2003, when we were both in our Freshman year at Seattle Pacific University.
In the almost 10 years since we met, Megan has become and remained one of the people I hold closest in my life.

Megan and I have done Disneyland like the princesses we are - complete with an appearance in a parade, an escort to the front of rides, and a stay in a Mickey Mouse Suite.  True Story.

Megan and I have sang our hearts out at Karaoke - sometimes not realizing what the words are going to sounds like coming from our mouths until we are singing them.  Here's a tip, maybe don't sing Teenage Dream by Katy Perry.  Just take our word for it.

We have had soup from Met Market while sitting at Kerry Park more times that we can count.  The same goes for Frozen Yogurt stops.

We have sent each other countless Mixed CD's - all of which are still in regular rotation in my car. 

It isn't unusual to get a random card in the mail.

We have laughed and cried.

We have prayed.

We have journeyed 18-28 and all of the ups and downs that come with those years.  Hope, heartbreak, college graduation, jobs, more heartbreak, getting our hearts healthy, getting our bodies healthy... we have been through A LOT together.

Today is Megan's special day.  Today is a day that is set aside to remind Megan how loved she is.  Today is a day to remind Megan that she is valued and is a gift.

Megan - I am so thankful that, for some crazy reason, I decided to move from Sunny San Diego to Grey Seattle for my freshman year of college.  I am thankful that I had a crazy roommate situation that allowed me the opportunity to move to Hill Hall.  I am thankful that we became friends and have continued to cultivate that friendship throughout the years. 

You continually push me to be the best version of myself.  You encourage me to seek Jesus by the way you live your life.  Your  love for God is infectious.  The hope that you have is inspiring.  I am a better person because I call you friend.

Happy Birthday, Megan.  Cheers to 28.