9 years later.

last weekend, i introduced b to farout field. have i mentioned that he's a diehard jayhawk? we went to columbia for the centennial anniversary of homecoming. it had been 9 years since my last homecoming game. so i wore black and gold. and when i saw these columns, as i always do, i cried.

i'm not sure what causes my eyes to fill with tears. it's probably something different each time. i think that, maybe, this time it was more of a release. bringing b to a place so dear to my heart was healing. a way of bringing my college experience and my current life together. it felt good to be at those columns as the woman i am today. wiser, less broken, healing, still anxious, but filled with more hope.