A Toast

Here's a toast...

Here's to life. Here's to never ending dreams, and frustrations. To living and dying. To breathing and feeling. Here's to the sound of the keys tapping. To the music blasting through the computer or the speakers or the headphones. Here's to the new style of dance and movement. To the rough dirt under our feet. Here's to the laughter we hear in the halls that we have nothing to do with. Here's to our happiness and others. Here's to the love we receive from the unexpected. Here's to a new life and reality. Here's to escaping. To the cellphones and the texting. Through the stupidity. To the ones who rely on others. To the ones who run away, scared. To those who lost and suffered. Those who served and died. Here's to the ones who cried. To the dollar fifty movie theatre. To the slip and slides with whipped cream and soap. To the cuts and bruises. To the YMCA and the hand stands. Here's to the laundry that is hated. To the weddings and music. To the tragic parts of life. To the musicals that bring smiles and happiness. To the dinners and desserts. Here's to the warmth from the fires and the burnt marshmellows. Here's to magazines and quizzes with friends. To painting faces and acting like fools. To yelling with the crowd about the Jonas Brothers. To messy hair, makeupless faces. To kissing and hugging. To smooth skin and rough feet. To countless tee shirts from every part of our lives. To the multiple movies and popcorn fights. To the paper that holds my writing. To the people who hold my heart. Here's to being remembered. Here's to being loved. To books that make no sense but we are forced to read anyway. Here's to Harry Potter and Twilight, no matter the battle. Here's to Secrets in Stereo and love. To creativity and skills. Here's to gossip and killer fights. Here's to shows and acting. Here's to dancing and sweating and being crazy. To long nights. Through awkward fights. Through akwardness. To the bitter fights. To the funny arguements. To the radio in your car programed to country stations. To the windows that roll down. To the breeze in your hair. To the beach and tans and suntan lotion. To Taylor Lautner and Chuck Bass. To the cups and plates and forks that feed us. To the long texts that fill up your inbox. To Facebook. To notes. To guitars and the feelings portrayed. To tears. To heartaches. Here's to running to those we love. Here's to spinning someones world around. Here's to having your world spun around and turned upside down. Here's for falling for someone. Here's for Head over Hills. Here's to crashing and knowing nothing but chocolate for days. Here's for being beautiful and unique. Here's for screaming and ranting. Here's to looking like a fool. Here's to black tie events and gowns. Here's to making mud pies and picking honey suckles. Here's to climbing in trees and then falling down. Here's to your first ride with out training wheels. Here's to following your heart. Here's to your gut. To melodies. Here's to late nights. To pretending you are a superstar and striking tons of dramatic poses. Here's to singing. Here's to the thin air that makes it hard to breath but you find a way. Here's to trying and winning and fighting. Here's to saying goodbye. Here's to being hurt. To wishing we had a second chance. Here's to stepping outside. Here's to rain. Here's to tonight. Here's to letting someone go. To letting go when it hurts the most. Showing love. Showing fear. HERE'S TO BEING FEARLESS. To puffy dresses and tight shorts. Here's to funny faces and free hair. Here's to trips with friends. To hotel rooms that are a mess after 2 days. Here's to simpleness. Here's to everyones problems. To helping. Here's to saying what you mean. Here's to saying what you mean WITH FEELING. To break ups and make ups. To children and red paint. To messes. To ice skates and hockey gear. HERE'S TO NOT QUITTING. Here's to warm showers. Here's to pointless movies and crazy books. Here's to inspiration and resting. Here's to dreaming instead of dreamless nights. Here's to waking up each day. Here's to running away. To being different. Here's to not doing what they said. Here's to Taking Away. Here's to family and eating together. To each boy. To each girl. To each birth and to each death. Here's to grabbing what we love and holding on tight. Here's to shopping trips and cold water. Here's to salt in your eye and ocean water. Here's to sandy feet. Here's to finding sand in your suitcase when you get home. Here's to ocean nights and stars in the night. Here's to saying We Did It. To Hellos and Peaces. Here's to carrying on with life. Here's to finding the right point. Here's to tomorrow and promises from a stranger. Here's to being upside down. To the time that belongs to you. Here's to no guarantees but hopes. To everything that is a day away. Here's to making someone happy. Here's to being next to you. To watching someone dream. To being lost with out that person. Here's to never wanting to live a day with out them. Here's to another second. Another minute. A thousand years. Their all the same. Here's to needing you more. Here's to time and how it stands still. Here's to harmonies with voice and movement and body and soul. Here's to tangled up words. Here's to looking from the outside in. Here's for looking for someone to pull me up. Here's to holding our breath. Here's to reaching for someone. Here's to taking the fear and the blame. Here's to no regrets. Here's to breaking the norm. Here's to me and to you.