You and You and You belong to me

For my birthday, Heather gave me a card to end all cards.  It was amazing.  It made me cry.  Seriously.  How can you top that?  How, I ask. How!?!?


One of the lines read,

"And we know what only sisters can know-

 that sticking together works for almost anything life can throw at us. 

That we belong to each other in a way that we can never belong to anyone else..." 

And honestly, that line has been rolling around in my head all day ever since.  


So, I know that technically, this is supposed to be a post about Mothers, but in my heart, I know that line is true for so many of My Loves.


So, here's to Belonging to lots of different people in lots of different ways.  


I am loved in a way that overwhelms me.   In case you didn't know it, or don't feel it right now- 


You.Are.Too. 


With that being said, my mom is, hands down, the most selfless person I know.  
  
Stumbled upon these two photos tonight, the last of the two made me cry. I am the tiny one with no hair.  

Happy Mother's Day. 


Love and that was the first time we met, 
H.  

Drafts Part One

     Tonight, I was scrolling through some of my old blogger drafts, and I found a post about why I'm thankful for socks and also one entitled "There is not a zombie in your bathroom."  


Can you imagine?  These posts that never saw the light of day, or in this case, your screen? 


Unpublished.  


You're welcome.  


All joking aside, I've got a-thousand-and-six papers to grade.  


Up next, a post about what in the world I've been doing with all my no-time-for-blogging-time and a piece about The Special-est Day Ever. 


Oh yea, and we both had birthdays and went on a road trip.  And I planted a garden.  


I think you're all caught up.   


All that, and my husband discovered Rebecca Black's song, Friday.  In Chinese, no less.  I'm not going to put a link up because it's just too terrible.  


He keeps going, "Shing-shing-ay!" 


And it's raining here.  A lot.  Like,  things are under water that I have never seen underwater.  You know, roads and stuff. 


File this under: Things that should have stayed Drafts.*


If this were a piece of artwork, I would call it Dogs Plus Thunder Equals Sad Face

Love and random Asian lyrics in my head, 
H.  


*Or, I cannot believe I actually hit "Publish."  

This is what I've been sitting on lately

     The American Food industry has taken us hostage.  It has bombarded our arteries and kidnapped our loved ones long before their time. It has bullied it's way into our budgets, our pantries, and our belt loops.  It has reared it's ugly head for far too long.

My name is Holly Bierly Young, and I'm fighting back.

Who else is with me?

Love and being kind of overly dramatic,
H.

OR

Love and I promise I went easy on the cheese,
H.

Today is my 29th birthday.  I walked a 5k with my sister in the rain and then I held Lucy (covered in a dry blanket of course) for a good long while.  




Life is good.  


Love,
H. 

She said she usually cried at least once a day not because she
was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short.

brian andreas

I just can't get enough of that wily brunette.  Re-blogging from that corner of hers.  


Love and more love, 

H. 

Take away my mourning, give me music.

     Eee Gads.  We've been gone.   Tim and I traveled to D.C. last week to visit my Aunt & Uncle and do some touristy things.  Tim had never been there, and that is one of my FAVORITE cities.  


We had to go.  We did.  


     I wish I could tell you when I'm going to be gone.  However, posting our travel dates on the interwebz makes me nervous that someone is going to bust in and steal my record player.  


Hands off, I say! Hands off!  (((shouted at The Bad Guys, not you, Sweet Readers)))  


     Anyway, last week, I tried to convince you that crummy things will happen, but the world is still beautiful & interesting.  I feel like that has been my mantra these days (mantra?).  I want to shout it from the rooftops, and I can't be sure why. 


Perhaps because I'm still trying to convince myself of that these days.  


When we were touring The American History Museum, I started Thinking.  That's right.  Thinking.  


     When my grandpa one of my favorite people on this planet passed away, I scrounged around in his desk (with permission of course) and made color copies of some of his letters and trinkets.  You might remember this shadow box I made of all my treasures. 




I passed by it on my way out the other day, and I re read the letter he wrote to my grandma on Easter in 1945.  

"War news looks good now.  Just keep praying and all will be well, honey."

In 1945, Easter fell on April 1st, and on April 29th, Germany surrendered in Italy.  


The war was ending.  


He was coming home.

The world is still beautiful and interesting. 

Love you/miss you,
H.

     I just wanted to let you know that the other day, I wrote a post about taking food to a family who's loved one is dying of cancer and yesterday morning, that gentleman passed away.  


  Although, I am not especially close to this family,  I still find myself overwhelmed by a lot of things lately.  Sometimes that can be good, sometimes bad. 


It has been almost four days since that visit, and I still don't have any more answers for you.  


I told you that sometimes life is bad, and sometimes it is very, very good.  


I still believe that to be true.  


For you, on this warm, breezy evening,  what little of Lucy we feel comfortable sharing.  

Proof that the world is still a beautiful place.  


I love you, Lou.  


Love and everything else, 
H.