And me…well besides the fact that I am completely random and cannot hear well, I am teased for my height…well my lack of height :). Personally I don’t find myself short. I am 16 years old and I stand 5′3″. This makes me a foot shorter than Troy and about 4 inches taller than Ashley Fulton(shortest girl in class). However, the fact that I look up to almost every guy in the class doesn’t help(Let it go guys! I am not short!). But I tell you who is short-Kenadie Jourdin Bromley.

Little sweetheart Kenadie was born on February 13, 2003. At her birth, she weighed 2 pounds and 8 ounces. The doctors didn’t expect her to live through the night, but she did. Little Kenadie was diagnosed with “primordial dwarfism”-a very rare genetic condition only to have affected 100 people. Kenadie isn’t expected to grow past 30 inches or weigh more than 8 pounds her whole life. Everyone refers to her as the “World’s Littlest Angel” and indeed she is. Everyone who comes in contact with her says they felt as they have been touched by God. Kenadie Jourdin Bromley, I don’t know you, but you are in fact a miracle. Short or not, you’re a much needed blessing to this world.

So, needless to say it’s been me, Mom and Adrianna. A solid family of three. I love Momma so much because she has to put up with me, a 16 year old, and my sister who is 10 and has a learning disorder called Autism. Sometimes she loses her cool, but what mom doesn’t? As for me, I go on. If I ever break down, it’s to my best friends or God when I’m going to sleep. I’ve heard girls at school say they can talk to their Dad about anything. It makes me feel akward, and sometimes even sad. I get these childish thoughts like well, why don’t I have that? What did I do wrong? This started in 6th grade and silently ate me up to the 9th grade. By then, I’d had two boyfriends with both relationships ending up in smoke. I was beginning to come up with the theorey that all men/boys were mean, cold hearted and wanted to hurt me. But, that year, I got put in Mr. Blackwell’s Pre-Algebra class.

Mr. Blackwell is 6′ tall, has really really short hair, small glasses and the sweetest smile anyone could love. I use to hate math but he broke it down really simple and for the first time in a while I had an A in math. He made it fun and showed me that not all men are idiots. Everyday Mr. Blackwell makes me smile. He loves me like I’m his and I love him like he’s my Dad. Sometimes I wish he really was. I hope that one day I can find someone like him so I can snatch him up

I love you DAD!!!!!!!!!

I haven’t been to a school graduation since 2004 when my cousin/sister Nikki graduated. I honestly never really thought anything about it or how important it is to someone until this year. Being a sophmore(2010 RULES BABY!), I have some good friends who are seniors. I never really pictured them gone until now because they’re really leaving. That kinda makes me sad. Nanih Waiya’s(Yes, there is a school call ‘Nanih Waiya’) class of 2008 is full of people that always made me laugh when I was having a rough day and role models who showed me a lot of things like being myself. But, I do admit I’m more happy for them than sad. They’re lucky they’re leaving this place. Go fast!

The fact that some of them are my friends I began to ponder about own our graduation. And I find myself torn every time it crosses my mind. I’m ready to go be myself in the world. I want so much to see new places and meet new people. But then, there’s the fact that I won’t be here goofing off in the hallways. I won’t be on the feild every Friday night screaming to the top of my lungs. The faces that I see everyday will possibly be replaced by people’s stares.

So I have one mission for next year-have more fun. I won’t be so serious and I’ll learn to joke around more. I’m gonna have the time of my life with all my friends while they’re still here. Because I mean let’s face it-you can’t beat the CLASS OF 2010 BABY!

So how can we say “That’s perfect”?  We do not know perfection. So if this is true, why do we care what the world’s standards are for perfection?  The world can have it’s own idea of perfection, but that is not the only answer. It’s kind of like opinioned standards. So if these standards come from the world’s opinion, then why do we let what the world throws in our face bother us?

As a great friend explained to me one time, there is no REAL knowledge. Therefore, there is no REAL standard of perfection. As for myself, perfection lies only in my Savior. The imperfection of people I love makes them beautiful, but the perfection of my God makes Him breathtaking. I’m so in love with my perfect Jesus and I can’t wait to see Him one day