Six thousand five hundred ninety- three days. Holy cow is that a lot. So many memories have been gathered over each and every day. The love, new connections, the bad days, and of course the boring ones that everyone hates. But what day was the most memorable? What day was the most unforgettable? Only one to choose from. What about my trip to Florida? Or maybe driving a car for the first time? OOO I KNOW! Experiencing pure uncontrollable laughter. 

Six thousand five hundred eighty- eight days. Sitting on my bright blue couches with the most beautiful floral print ever. My friends and I were all giggling and yelling about what we should do, and we decided on truth or dare. “Let's be middle school girls again, this will be so fun,” Ava insisted. Hearing this come out of someone's mouth that everyone exalted, was shocking. My friends and I knew this was our chance to beguile her and get her to do something stupid.

I know, I know that sounds mean, but we all mess around with each other every now and then. There’s no harm. Sometimes.

Six thousand five hundred eighty- eight days, 45 seconds later I ask Ava, “Truth or dare?” “Dare,” she replies, I made an arbitrary decision to make her jump off the couch and try to touch the ceiling with the top of her head. I wasn’t going to make her do anything too crazy just yet, just taking it slow, or so I thought. She climbs on top of the couch, and jumps up, BANG- we all watched as her head hit the metal air vent, her head flew back and hit the ground. Every single one of our reactions was mouths open, cackling, my friend Brook was crying from laughing so hard. “Av- Hahaha- are- ha,” I couldn’t even talk. This went on for hours, just replaying the video of her smacking her head. I promise she is  okay. Maybe just a little brain damage. No Im just kidding. 

Six thousand five hundred ninety-three days. Out of them all, the laughter and adventure of that one night will forever be locked in my head. Going to be sharing that story on her wedding day.