About 14 years ago, a boy began attending my youth group at church. This boy drove me absolutely insane. I never thought we could be friends. He was constantly pulling pranks and making jokes. For some reason, I seemed to be the subject to most of them. (I am certain it had nothing to do with the fact that I was overly dramatic and hyper-sensitive, thus making me an easy target.) I thought he was immature, annoying, and I could not stand him. As we got older and began high school, the pranks occurred less and less, and real life started to happen. School became harder, we had quite a bit more responsibility, and we even began to experience loss. It was during this time that I was very grateful for the friendship and the hugs that this annoying boy provided. As most of you have probably already guessed, this boy is (now) sweet Adam.