Sometimes, weeds are beautiful.
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him...
Romans 8:28a
Love, H.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Catching Z's and Praying Prayers
Two nights ago, I dreamed about earthquakes and woke up in a panic.
I think the next 6 months will bring about a lot of change for us. Not "moving-to-Luxemburg" kind of changes. Just changes. Change is stressful. Even the good kind. In anticipation of said 'differentness' (it's not a word. don't try to look it up), Tim and I have started praying every night before we go to bed. We get all cuddly and I touch his forearm gently. He kisses my forehead and I remember when we first started dating and I used to approach him as if he was a map. I used to, as Kent Nerburn would say, try to get to know his edges and the spaces he keeps in his life. I think about how I need to start trying this again. I think about how some edges will always be new. We talk with half air and half our voices and we kiss, as if that is the stamp that will send our envelope of wishes and worries and promises to God.
This praying together thing...it is something we should have started year(s) ago. We are making up for lost time, and every night I go to bed feeling safe and warm like I've just had an entire mug of hot chocolate, no matter what bad dreams I've had the night before.
In other news, I bought a memory foam pillow. It is hard and squishy at the same time, and I think my neck is confused. I wake up feeling like I am in college, crashing on people's floors again. (And my neck tells me I am too old for this nonsense). I am hoping that breaking in a new pillow, like most Important Things in life, just takes time. I am keeping the receipt anyway.
My best to you.
Love, H.
I think the next 6 months will bring about a lot of change for us. Not "moving-to-Luxemburg" kind of changes. Just changes. Change is stressful. Even the good kind. In anticipation of said 'differentness' (it's not a word. don't try to look it up), Tim and I have started praying every night before we go to bed. We get all cuddly and I touch his forearm gently. He kisses my forehead and I remember when we first started dating and I used to approach him as if he was a map. I used to, as Kent Nerburn would say, try to get to know his edges and the spaces he keeps in his life. I think about how I need to start trying this again. I think about how some edges will always be new. We talk with half air and half our voices and we kiss, as if that is the stamp that will send our envelope of wishes and worries and promises to God.
This praying together thing...it is something we should have started year(s) ago. We are making up for lost time, and every night I go to bed feeling safe and warm like I've just had an entire mug of hot chocolate, no matter what bad dreams I've had the night before.
In other news, I bought a memory foam pillow. It is hard and squishy at the same time, and I think my neck is confused. I wake up feeling like I am in college, crashing on people's floors again. (And my neck tells me I am too old for this nonsense). I am hoping that breaking in a new pillow, like most Important Things in life, just takes time. I am keeping the receipt anyway.
Love, H.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
The Best of What's Around or Happy Easter
Yes, I made my husband endure an Easter Photo Shoot. He was a fantastic sport (per usual). It was a marvelous day.
Twirly skirts, lots of yummy food, wonderful people, Jesus, and sunshine. Thus strengthening my theory that somehow, as far as Lives go in general, the stars aligned, God intervened...
and I totally lucked out.
Happy Easter to you and yours. Now, go eat something yummy before the week starts and we all (((feel like we))) have to behave.
My best to you. Love, H.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Lay Your Armor Down
So, we just had a miniature ridiculously huge disaster at my house.
It is a gorgeous day, and we've had the windows open a lot. Gorgeous. A few minutes ago, I casually yelled from the living room, "Oh, its the ice cream truck!" to which Tim replied, "Haha...really?"
I heard him shuffling around in his desk, and he entered the room with a handful of one dollar bills, proudly displaying them as if carrying a bouquet of roses.
Me: What's this...?
TGY: The neighborhood's a loop, he'll come back around.
Me: What do you want?
TGY: No, it's for you.
I smiled a wide smile. The next 10 minutes promised deliciousness.
Moments later, he yelled, "Here it comes!"
I sprung from the couch yelling, "I don't have my shoes on! Where are my shoes?"
"Who cares...? Go out barefoot!"
I dug in the closet for a matching pair and threw open the door...
only to see the truck whiz by.
I was, in a word, devastated.
And I hated how I felt. I was devastated because 1.) I love ice cream and 2.) I equate the way I approached the situation to the way I approach a lot of things in life.
While I was digging around for shoes, I felt nervous...silly even. I felt shy.
I was also worried about things like approaching a stranger while wearing no make-up and sweats. Okay, I'll be honest. I was also worried about ((gulp)) calories.
There was worry....and maybe a little bit of fear.
When we become consumed with worry, we miss out on fabulous opportunities like new jobs and new loves...and ice cream.
I do not want to live like this. I cannot live like this.
Tim hugged me gently when he heard the news and we decided that it is still early. We'll get em' next time.
...and when we do, I shall wear this...
File this under "Things I will Do Differently Next Time."
Love, H.
It is a gorgeous day, and we've had the windows open a lot. Gorgeous. A few minutes ago, I casually yelled from the living room, "Oh, its the ice cream truck!" to which Tim replied, "Haha...really?"
I heard him shuffling around in his desk, and he entered the room with a handful of one dollar bills, proudly displaying them as if carrying a bouquet of roses.
Me: What's this...?
TGY: The neighborhood's a loop, he'll come back around.
Me: What do you want?
TGY: No, it's for you.
I smiled a wide smile. The next 10 minutes promised deliciousness.
Moments later, he yelled, "Here it comes!"
I sprung from the couch yelling, "I don't have my shoes on! Where are my shoes?"
"Who cares...? Go out barefoot!"
I dug in the closet for a matching pair and threw open the door...
only to see the truck whiz by.
I was, in a word, devastated.
And I hated how I felt. I was devastated because 1.) I love ice cream and 2.) I equate the way I approached the situation to the way I approach a lot of things in life.
While I was digging around for shoes, I felt nervous...silly even. I felt shy.
I was also worried about things like approaching a stranger while wearing no make-up and sweats. Okay, I'll be honest. I was also worried about ((gulp)) calories.
There was worry....and maybe a little bit of fear.
When we become consumed with worry, we miss out on fabulous opportunities like new jobs and new loves...and ice cream.
I do not want to live like this. I cannot live like this.
Tim hugged me gently when he heard the news and we decided that it is still early. We'll get em' next time.
...and when we do, I shall wear this...
File this under "Things I will Do Differently Next Time."
Love, H.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Twinkle, Twinkle
I am so in love with twinkle lights. Part of what makes this tiny little house of ours feel oh-so-cozy at just the right moments.
My best to you. Love, H.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Some racing, some stopping
Well, yesterday was rainy. I wish I could tell you that I was brave and resilient and came home and cleaned the bathroom and went to the gym. Instead I am fragile. You have to be gentle. I complained ((a little)) and turned on itunes and made bread.
Today was, in a word, better. This morning, I took one look at weather.com and said, "Today, I shall wear a skirt and take lots and lots of pictures."
And by golly, I delivered.
Today was the kind of day that made me enjoy my afternoon commute. This does not happen very often to no one's fault but my own. I need to make a more of an effort at that whole bloom-where-you're-planted thing. A good car ride nonetheless.
Who doesn't love lots of CD's and a new pack of string cheese!?!?!?!
Also, while I was driving, I accidentally swallowed an entire cheerio. You'll be happy to know it was not as terrifying as I thought it was going to be whilst it was in the middle of happening. Thank goodness.
I have been daydreaming about 80 degree weather and this sweet face.
Today was, in a word, better. This morning, I took one look at weather.com and said, "Today, I shall wear a skirt and take lots and lots of pictures."
And by golly, I delivered.
Today was the kind of day that made me enjoy my afternoon commute. This does not happen very often to no one's fault but my own. I need to make a more of an effort at that whole bloom-where-you're-planted thing. A good car ride nonetheless.
Who doesn't love lots of CD's and a new pack of string cheese!?!?!?!
Also, while I was driving, I accidentally swallowed an entire cheerio. You'll be happy to know it was not as terrifying as I thought it was going to be whilst it was in the middle of happening. Thank goodness.
I have always been a sucker for skirts with pockets. Yes, please.
I have been daydreaming about 80 degree weather and this sweet face. This last pair reminds me of that old verse in Isaiah about getting beauty for ashes. Cause you know, it's so true.
Love, Love, Love, H.
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