I met my younger self for coffee today.

She was right on time, I was ten minutes late getting out of the house.

She ordered an extra sweet caramel iced coffee, I ordered an iced green tea.

She had freshly highlighted hair, mine was back to dark brown, my natural color.

She wore cute jeans and a cropped shirt showing off her tiny waist, I wore loose pants and an oversized t-shirt to conceal my loose skin.

She told me about how excited she was to move out in a few months. I told her to take advantage of living with her family because she’ll miss it one day.

She couldn’t hide her excitement of finally being on her own. I told her to cherish this time of sharing a room, a car, and a life with her sisters because soon you’ll all live in different states.

She told me about her new relationship with the boy down the street. I told her about my beautiful marriage to him.

She told me she doesn’t yet see any ways God can use her. I told her that holding strong to her convictions throughout college hopefully planted more seeds than we will ever realize.

She told me about her hopes and dreams to be a mama one day. I told her about my 2 precious children earthside and the baby we have in heaven.

She asked me how I fill my time these days. I said my days are filled with toys and crumbs all over the floor, dirty diapers, toddler kisses, baby snuggles, and “mama, I love you’s”.

I told her raising tiny souls for God’s kingdom is the hardest yet most fruitful thing I’d ever do, and I’m not sure I’d rather be filling my time any other way.

I really hope I can meet her again sometime.