I was put in the same first grade class at Brookside Elementary as a girl named Lexi Eaton.
My parents decided to name my little sister "Tessa"
I broke my foot tripping up steps two days before state soccer semis my junior year.
I was born with a hole in my heart. literally.
I had a feeling to put my seatbelt on halfway through the drive home that afternoon driving back from Caitlynne's house last summer.
I have about a million freckles.
My parents were in the same singles ward.
I tripped over a hurdle in the 4A state championship 300 hurdle finals last year.
Springville girls took state in track a few months ago against all odds.
I have a little sister, not an older one.
A friend sent an "I love you girl" text to me the other day out of the blue, right as I was sitting alone in my dorm crying.
I decided to facebook chat my friend Brandon one summer evening just because.
Heavenly Father put me in the family he did.
My best friends and brother all went to BYU, yet here I am at USU.
...
That girl Lexi became my best friend.
My parents later found out that "Tessa" translates to "fourth born." she's the fourth child in our family.
By having to watch from the sidelines, I became stronger.
The hole could've been one of many serious life long complications, but instead grew in completely.
We got in an accident shortly after I put my seatbelt on.
I've learned to love my imperfections.
My parents fell in love.
I still have the scars and am reminded every day of what i've overcome; of what I can overcome.
We won by 1.5 points.
Tessa needs me to be her role model.
I smiled.
Brandon got in a car accident the next day, and died a few days later. that was the last time I ever talked to him.
I am deeply loved.
I'm seeing reasons I'm meant to be here where I am every single day... and they keep coming.
Coincidences you may say.
NO Coincidences.
