I think these two are on to something.....
The preciousness of simplicity. Nothing is better than a first kiss and a high five.
"Between the river and the ravens I'm fed, sweet deliverer you lift up my head, lead me in your way."
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Soul Mates
It's natural to have several pet fish over the years.
Right?
Wow. It has been such a long time, blog. I'm sorry that I've been away so long, but that's the great thing about you, blog. You can't yell at me for neglecting you. Neither can plants...or fish....so that explains my history with both of those things.
Either way, I am happy to be writing again.
I have officially completed my freshman year.
Insane, right?
I remember that first day like it was yesterday.
As soon as our parents left, Joy and I turned to each other in tears and hugged for about 5 minutes, trying to comfort each other about the reality that this was our life now.
I cannot describe what this year has meant to me, what it has taught me, and how much it has changed me. There are no words.
There is no way for me to write in this blog and send it out into cyber space how amazing it was to look back on everything that happened in my life this past year and see God carrying me the whole time.
His sovereign plan written on every page,
on every day,
on every friend I made,
in every song I sang.
Even when it was all over, I came back to the same family I've had my whole life. Of course this includes my actual family, but I am also talking about my friends. The distance of college and the newness of our separate lives was no match for the bond that we have. These girls knew me when I was a fatty, when I was annoying, when I really loved Clay Aiken, when I was awkward (still working on that one), and even when I thought it was really cool to part my hair down the middle and wear Jelly shoes. They have stuck with me through it all. They are a part of me. One of the best parts of me. I know that most people only have one soul mate, but I already have three.
Right?
Wow. It has been such a long time, blog. I'm sorry that I've been away so long, but that's the great thing about you, blog. You can't yell at me for neglecting you. Neither can plants...or fish....so that explains my history with both of those things.
Either way, I am happy to be writing again.
I have officially completed my freshman year.
Insane, right?
I remember that first day like it was yesterday.
As soon as our parents left, Joy and I turned to each other in tears and hugged for about 5 minutes, trying to comfort each other about the reality that this was our life now.
I cannot describe what this year has meant to me, what it has taught me, and how much it has changed me. There are no words.
There is no way for me to write in this blog and send it out into cyber space how amazing it was to look back on everything that happened in my life this past year and see God carrying me the whole time.
His sovereign plan written on every page,
on every day,
on every friend I made,
in every song I sang.
Even when it was all over, I came back to the same family I've had my whole life. Of course this includes my actual family, but I am also talking about my friends. The distance of college and the newness of our separate lives was no match for the bond that we have. These girls knew me when I was a fatty, when I was annoying, when I really loved Clay Aiken, when I was awkward (still working on that one), and even when I thought it was really cool to part my hair down the middle and wear Jelly shoes. They have stuck with me through it all. They are a part of me. One of the best parts of me. I know that most people only have one soul mate, but I already have three.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Collard Greens Are Gross and That Baby Has A Gun.
It's natural to give thanks.
You know what's better than one thanksgiving meal?
Two thanksgiving meals.
My family hosted lunch at our house, then we headed to my grandmother's house for dinner.
This is a list of food I ate yesterday in no particular order:
Macaroni and cheese
Sweet potato casserole
Turkey
White rice
Brown rice (I'm not racist)
Gravy
rolls
deviled eggs
stuffing
more gravy
broccoli
Ham
collard greens (They were gross...my mom made me try them)
Pumpkin pie
Gravy
Pecan Pie
A couple of M&Ms (they were in a bowl on my grandmothers coffee table)
I realize that's an embarrassingly long list....but I skipped breakfast, so it's okay.
My mother's side of the family came over for thanksgiving lunch. In the middle of eating, I look up to see my baby cousin Eva standing on the stairs holding my brothers rifle. It's a good thing it's broken, because she is very feisty and it would not have ended well. My uncles and brother argued about football and something about Joe Montana and the civil war. My aunt and I stole my cousin's phone and changed her background to a picture of my tongue and recorded farting sounds and set it as her ringtone.
My big brother and I pinned down our little brother to the ground and force fed him broccoli. We watched Little Rascals and Love Actually as our food digested.
I love thanksgiving for many reasons, but if I had to pick one,
it would probably be because there is a chance that I will see a 3 year old with a gun on my staircase.
I love my family.
You know what's better than one thanksgiving meal?
Two thanksgiving meals.
My family hosted lunch at our house, then we headed to my grandmother's house for dinner.
This is a list of food I ate yesterday in no particular order:
Sweet potato casserole
Turkey
White rice
Brown rice (I'm not racist)
Gravy
rolls
deviled eggs
stuffing
more gravy
broccoli
Ham
collard greens (They were gross...my mom made me try them)
Pumpkin pie
Gravy
Pecan Pie
A couple of M&Ms (they were in a bowl on my grandmothers coffee table)
I realize that's an embarrassingly long list....but I skipped breakfast, so it's okay.
My mother's side of the family came over for thanksgiving lunch. In the middle of eating, I look up to see my baby cousin Eva standing on the stairs holding my brothers rifle. It's a good thing it's broken, because she is very feisty and it would not have ended well. My uncles and brother argued about football and something about Joe Montana and the civil war. My aunt and I stole my cousin's phone and changed her background to a picture of my tongue and recorded farting sounds and set it as her ringtone.
My big brother and I pinned down our little brother to the ground and force fed him broccoli. We watched Little Rascals and Love Actually as our food digested.
I love thanksgiving for many reasons, but if I had to pick one,
it would probably be because there is a chance that I will see a 3 year old with a gun on my staircase.
I love my family.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
We'll Always Have Paris.
It's natural to fall for summer.
Summer is a cosmic tease. It fools you, it seduces you, it whispers these sweet nothings in your ear and it convinces you that the days will always be long, that homework is a thing of the past, and that it will never drop below 85 degrees. It makes you believe that you will always be a nice shade of brown, that it's acceptable to forget how to do simple math, and all of the people you love will always be in the same town.
Last night, I watched Casablanca for the first time. If you haven't seen it....watch it. They don't make movies, or movie stars the way they used to. The woman are gorgeous, and grace the screen during close ups with a single tear rolling down their flawless cheeks. The men are classy, slick, and could at any moment pull a gun from their trench coat pocket and shoot the shifty character checking out their lady from across the saloon. Humphrey Bogart is no less than iconic. The man can say everything he needs to say in about six or seven words, and it will probably be the coolest most perfect thing anyone has ever uttered. Woman swoon over him and his rhetoric.
Bogart plays Rick in the movie, who falls in love with the beautiful and lovely Ilsa while in Paris. Reality soon catches up with the two, and Rick soon realizes that they can never be together like they once were. As Ilsa tries desperately to convince Rick otherwise, he says...one of the most famous movie lines ever written...
"We'll always have Paris."
We'll always have summer, even if just for a moment.
I'll always remember this summer, for it has been truly historic in more ways than one.
And you can take that to the bank.
http://www.tcm.com/mediaroom/index.jsp?cid=1509
Summer is a cosmic tease. It fools you, it seduces you, it whispers these sweet nothings in your ear and it convinces you that the days will always be long, that homework is a thing of the past, and that it will never drop below 85 degrees. It makes you believe that you will always be a nice shade of brown, that it's acceptable to forget how to do simple math, and all of the people you love will always be in the same town.
Last night, I watched Casablanca for the first time. If you haven't seen it....watch it. They don't make movies, or movie stars the way they used to. The woman are gorgeous, and grace the screen during close ups with a single tear rolling down their flawless cheeks. The men are classy, slick, and could at any moment pull a gun from their trench coat pocket and shoot the shifty character checking out their lady from across the saloon. Humphrey Bogart is no less than iconic. The man can say everything he needs to say in about six or seven words, and it will probably be the coolest most perfect thing anyone has ever uttered. Woman swoon over him and his rhetoric.
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| "Here's looking at you, kid." |
"We'll always have Paris."
We'll always have summer, even if just for a moment.
I'll always remember this summer, for it has been truly historic in more ways than one.
And you can take that to the bank.
http://www.tcm.com/mediaroom/index.jsp?cid=1509
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Just a Volleyball
It's natural to feel alone.
Can you imagine being the only human left on earth? Just you, cockroaches, and the world? What would you do? How would you survive? And how would you live?
Even though I doubt that anything close to I Am Legend will ever happen, I hesitate to imagine being completely on my own. Even though the Earth's population is approximatley 6.8 billion, it is apparent that many people feel all alone. The ideas of family, friendship, and community are crucial to living a fullfilled life. I think about the movie Cast Away, and how it would have been incredably boring if anyone but Tom Hanks had starred in it.(Just another reason why I love Tom Hanks, which seems to be a reoccuring theme in this blog) In the movie, Tom is so desperate for a companion, he fashions a friend out of a Wilson Volleyball. He appropriately names him Wilson. During his escape attempt, he must choose between saving Wilson or his raft. He eventually lets Wilson go, but it is an incredably painful and heart-breaking choice. That scene makes you realize the inherit human need for companionship. We all crave the closeness of another person, someone we can identify with and talk to.
Can you imagine being the only human left on earth? Just you, cockroaches, and the world? What would you do? How would you survive? And how would you live?
Even though I doubt that anything close to I Am Legend will ever happen, I hesitate to imagine being completely on my own. Even though the Earth's population is approximatley 6.8 billion, it is apparent that many people feel all alone. The ideas of family, friendship, and community are crucial to living a fullfilled life. I think about the movie Cast Away, and how it would have been incredably boring if anyone but Tom Hanks had starred in it.(Just another reason why I love Tom Hanks, which seems to be a reoccuring theme in this blog) In the movie, Tom is so desperate for a companion, he fashions a friend out of a Wilson Volleyball. He appropriately names him Wilson. During his escape attempt, he must choose between saving Wilson or his raft. He eventually lets Wilson go, but it is an incredably painful and heart-breaking choice. That scene makes you realize the inherit human need for companionship. We all crave the closeness of another person, someone we can identify with and talk to.
Even if it is just a volleyball.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Falling into Spring (See what I did there?)
It's natural to get spring fever.
It's been a long, cold winter. I feel very much like a plant, who has just felt sunshine for the first time after being shut up in a closet or some ridiculous green house for a while. The sun is an old friend who I haven't seen in a while, whom I have every intention of getting to know again.
It is inevitable that in a couple of weeks I will be cursing this hot carolina weather, but for now I'm enjoying contentment.
The flowers are blooming and girls skirts are getting shorter. This of course reveals the unavoidable paleness winter brings.
All around me people are falling back in love. It must be the weather, for there is no other reasonable explanation for it. Perhaps it's the pollen. Whatever the reason, it is sure to remain a mystery, as anything to do with love always does.
It's been a long, cold winter. I feel very much like a plant, who has just felt sunshine for the first time after being shut up in a closet or some ridiculous green house for a while. The sun is an old friend who I haven't seen in a while, whom I have every intention of getting to know again.
It is inevitable that in a couple of weeks I will be cursing this hot carolina weather, but for now I'm enjoying contentment.
The flowers are blooming and girls skirts are getting shorter. This of course reveals the unavoidable paleness winter brings.
All around me people are falling back in love. It must be the weather, for there is no other reasonable explanation for it. Perhaps it's the pollen. Whatever the reason, it is sure to remain a mystery, as anything to do with love always does.
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