I don't know about you guys, but, while I love words and have really enjoyed having more of them on my blog recently, I've been missing pictures. It's not that I haven't been taking them. It's just that I haven't been posting them, so here's life lately, through my camera lens (and some words, because, who are we kidding? I can't not use words).
I wish I could paint, but I can't, and pictures don't nearly capture them. I'm still struggling to learn savoring instead of saving.
Last Saturday and today, I had every intention of sleeping in until ungodly hours, but, both days, I woke up fully rested at 8ish. I know myself well enough not to jinx that well-rested feeling by making myself go back to sleep, so I've gotten up and stayed up. Side-note: Why in the world can't I wake up fully rested and ready to get out of bed like this on the mornings when I need to go to work?
Last Saturday, part of the reason I got up was because my dear friend Kae stayed at my house the night before and I wanted to get up and have coffee with her before she had to leave to go home.
Kae and I made coffee and went out onto my front porch to sit on the swing and enjoy the cool morning. We talked just like we always do about life, thoughts, plans, the future. As is pretty usual for us lately, we started talking about our some-day kids.
Then, I glanced out into my yard, just looking at the way the morning sunlight played on the still wet grass, and I saw our kids there. For just a moment, as plain as day, I saw my girl with long blonde hair and Kae's little dark, curly haired boy about 4 and 5 years old I'd say, holding hands and running around a tree, their backs to us.
I've never even wanted a girl, but I knew she was mine and he was Kae's. I'm not saying it was a vision or anything, but it was a calm, beautiful, reassuring little moment.
Sometimes, a girl just wants to fix her hair and wear a little make-up. These (somewhat) early Saturday mornings are wonderful for spreading girly implements all over the counter and taking my time to look pretty.
Kae wasn't the only one that visited last weekend. Our friend Christy was here too. Christy, Kae, and I have been friends only in our adulthood (translation: not for a particularly long time), but they are two of the six girls that I love and trust implicitly. We met at Camp (Christy and I in '08, and then Kae in '09) and have pretty much been inseparable since day one. I was Christy's Maid of Honor and a bridesmaid in Kae's wedding, and, in our world, that means a lot - it means I'm sticking by them and they're sticking by me for the long haul, even through the tough stuff.
The wonderful thing about us is that we can always enjoy time together without any hint of the "three's-a-crowd" syndrome, but we have wonderful individual friendships too. Christy actually got here on Thursday, so she and I had Thursday night all to ourselves, then I had to go to work for a half-day Friday and Kae got here at about ten, so she and Christy had time to themselves since I ended up working til more like two, then we all went to town to buy things for my Operation Christmas Child box, then made dinner and watched Persuasion together. Christy left, and Kae stayed the night, so she and I got our time to ourselves too. It was a wonderful weekend and I can't wait til we all get to see each other again.
The cherry on top of our wonderful weekend? Christy got a wonderful job. Christy, you deserve it, dearest, and I could not be happier for you!
I have been getting back into reading my Bible even when it's hard (blame Leviticus for the difficulty) and it's been so good!
A New-to-me Mug
As long as I can remember, my mom has had this one perfect mug. It's the perfect blue, and holds the perfect amount of tea (it's a tad too small for the amount of coffee I like - we all have to have our vices, you know), it has the perfect handle, and is even the perfect weight when you hold it. I'm telling you. It's perfect.
It may sound silly, but that mug is one of the things I miss most about my parents' house (ahem, other than my family, of course).
Well, Saturday before last, I went to Goodwill with a friend in the afternoon and found the perfect mug!
Okay, so maybe it's not the perfect blue, but it's the perfect salmon pink and I am still so thrilled about it.
I never thought I would be a candle burner, but
I'm obsessed. That's all.
I went home last week. Home is an interesting concept for me. I spent the first twelve years of my life in the same house in a small neighborhood (well, my very first year was spent in a different house, but I have no memories of that house).
It was cozy, comforting, and secure, and to this day, I say I want to raise my family in a house just like that one, if not that exact one. Probably not that exact one, honestly, because the neighborhood has sadly gone downhill.
When I was twelve, we moved to the country, and then moved back into town a year later. Since then, my family has moved four times, but always in the country around the same small town. I've loved all of our houses, but I've gotten to the point where they're just houses. For years, I really struggled with the fact that we are such nomads. It was hard for me to imagine having kids and not being able to take them to Grandma and Grandpa's in the same house every year.
My Nana has lived in the same house since my mom was six, and that house has brought such a stability to our family. I can't think of our family without thinking of that house and I can't think of that house without thinking of our family.
Nana's house and our family are completely intertwined in my head.
But, when it comes down to it, house and home are not synonymous.
Home is my small town.
Home is a dirt driveway in the woods.
And mist rising from the pond in a cool morning.
Okay, eventually my family might live somewhere without a pond or away from the woods or even outside of Nacogdoches, but if/when they do, it'll be okay because home isn't even any of those things.
When you boil it down to it's very essence, home is simply where they are.
When I went home, I got the privilege of shooting Sarah's senior pictures (and some with friends, and some with her boyfriend).
I'm still somewhat in shock over this fact. I have even gotten a little teary-eyed about it. My little sister is graduating from college. She's so grown up!
Sarah, I love you and cannot wait to have less distance between us.
Also? I got to take Baby to her chemistry class and to Starbucks
I feel like now when we walk into a coffee shop together, it's very possible that the barista thinks we're just friends rather than sisters a decade apart. (Maybe that's just me thinking I look younger than I do...)
That makes me incredibly happy and sad at the same time.
I can definitely wait several more years for you to graduate.
Baby, I love you, you beautiful goofball!
It was so wonderful to talk with you and share my favorite playlist with you. Please forgive me for ever looking down on your taste in music, because you know what? I'm listening to James Morrison now. As I type these words. And I'm actually enjoying it.
I can't believe I just said that.
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