Right now, I'm at one of my teachers' houses babysitting her kiddos. They've been asleep for about half an hour now, but they gave me plenty to write about!
Upon entering the house, I found G, a very mature young lady, making spaghetti for dinner. We chatted for a little while, and it didn't take her long to inform me that she loved cooking and reading and being with her friends.
A few minutes later her brother entered the room.
"I'm R. I love nerf guns."
The youngest, S, was hot on his heels. She grinned widely, held up a well-worn magazine, and announced,
"I'm S and I love Justin Bieber."
I had to laugh, but it got me thinking. When I meet people, I generally don't say,
"Hi, I'm Ryley, and I love _______."
Generally, though, people will learn by the end of a conversation that I root for the longhorns, like good books, and can't wait for spring break.
If I don't introduce myself as Ryley-who-loves-Jesus... do people know that by the end of our conversation?
They should!
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