Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Grateful: Day Eight
Today I am grateful for Good quotes like this one:
“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
I totally remember what that feels like and it was so nice to be reminded.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Grateful: Day Seven
Today I am grateful for Women. Without a shadow of a doubt, without a hint of uncertainty, with all that I know, I can say for sure that the absolute most amazing people in my life
are
all
WOMEN.
To go along with that, I was inspired by this I found on a favorite blog linked to the bottom right over there...Deb Schweldelm.
WHAT I WOULD TELL HER:
(If I knew what to say.)
You are a miracle.
And I have to love you this fiercely: So that you can feel it even after you leave for school, or even while you are asleep, or even after your childhood becomes a memory.
You’ll forget all this when you grow up. But it’s okay.
Being a mother means having your heart broken.
And it means loving and losing and falling apart and coming back together.
And it’s the best there is. And also, sometimes, the worst.
Sometimes you won’t have anyone to talk to.
Sometimes you’ll wonder if you’ve forgotten who you are.
But you must remember this: What you’re doing matters.
And you have to be brave with your life so that others can be brave with theirs.
The truth is, being a woman is a gift. Tenderness is a gift. Intimacy is a gift. And nurturing the good in this world is a nothing short of a privilege.
That’s why I have to love you this way. So I can give what I have to you. So that you can carry it in your body and pass it on.
I have watched you sleep. I’ve kissed you a million times. And I know something that you don’t, yet:
You are writing the story of your only life every single minute of every day.
And my greatest hope for you, sweet child, is that I can teach you how to write a good one.
(If I knew what to say.)
You are a miracle.
And I have to love you this fiercely: So that you can feel it even after you leave for school, or even while you are asleep, or even after your childhood becomes a memory.
You’ll forget all this when you grow up. But it’s okay.
Being a mother means having your heart broken.
And it means loving and losing and falling apart and coming back together.
And it’s the best there is. And also, sometimes, the worst.
Sometimes you won’t have anyone to talk to.
Sometimes you’ll wonder if you’ve forgotten who you are.
But you must remember this: What you’re doing matters.
And you have to be brave with your life so that others can be brave with theirs.
The truth is, being a woman is a gift. Tenderness is a gift. Intimacy is a gift. And nurturing the good in this world is a nothing short of a privilege.
That’s why I have to love you this way. So I can give what I have to you. So that you can carry it in your body and pass it on.
I have watched you sleep. I’ve kissed you a million times. And I know something that you don’t, yet:
You are writing the story of your only life every single minute of every day.
And my greatest hope for you, sweet child, is that I can teach you how to write a good one.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Grateful: Day Six
Today I am grateful for the sunshine and traces (just traces!) of warmth.
I am a person who loves weather. I mean REAL weather. Thunderstorms, rainshowers, sleet, snow, hail, tornadoes (not near me), cold snaps, deep freezes, etc. I want anything but 100 degree heat and sunshine.
But, I am discovering that I am also a person who much prefers the heat to the cold. I cannot stand being cold. As I type this post I sit here with frozen hands. I've been inside for several hours now and my hands remain cold as ice. I hate that. I really marvel at the fact that Mike used to live in Fairbanks where it would get to 45 below. Can you imagine? Can you imagine???
I just stepped outside to greet the mailman and the temperature is starting to creep up to the 50s and the sun is shining brightly. It was just the tiniest bit warm and it felt so good. I love that feeling of sunshine warming a cold body. The mid-summer Texas heat is still undesirable but oh how I love a beautiful Spring day with a temperature in the low 70s and the sun shining in the sky.
Carry on ;-)
I am a person who loves weather. I mean REAL weather. Thunderstorms, rainshowers, sleet, snow, hail, tornadoes (not near me), cold snaps, deep freezes, etc. I want anything but 100 degree heat and sunshine.
But, I am discovering that I am also a person who much prefers the heat to the cold. I cannot stand being cold. As I type this post I sit here with frozen hands. I've been inside for several hours now and my hands remain cold as ice. I hate that. I really marvel at the fact that Mike used to live in Fairbanks where it would get to 45 below. Can you imagine? Can you imagine???
I just stepped outside to greet the mailman and the temperature is starting to creep up to the 50s and the sun is shining brightly. It was just the tiniest bit warm and it felt so good. I love that feeling of sunshine warming a cold body. The mid-summer Texas heat is still undesirable but oh how I love a beautiful Spring day with a temperature in the low 70s and the sun shining in the sky.
Carry on ;-)
Monday, January 11, 2010
Grateful: Day Five
Today I am grateful for my two best friends: Stephanie and Clarissa.
Here they are:
Here's what we like to do:
EAT. AND EAT SOME MORE. This is Babe's restaurant somewhere in BFE in the Dallas Metroplex. The best chicken fried steak in all the land. And the salad! Suspiciously sweet. When they bring the biscuits you can actually have the choice of sorghum (!) or honey. I think sorghum is illegal in most parts of the land (straight molasses). Only Kidding!
We like to huddle together and look cute.
Don't they look like an ad for a magazine? This is them leading the way to our other favorite thing in the world...
Here is Clarissa confirming what she already knew: Still no money in that wallet to buy anything here ;-)
Here is Stephanie doing what she does best: buying something only to return it in a week. She has made returning things an artform.
This is the store where my girls told me I needed to buy "age-appropriate" clothes and proceeded to usher me out in shame.
On to the next store...(by the way, Clarissa is consulting her iPhone which we made her do 1,000,000 times. Those phones are wicked cool!!!)
Here they are:
Here's what we like to do:
EAT. AND EAT SOME MORE. This is Babe's restaurant somewhere in BFE in the Dallas Metroplex. The best chicken fried steak in all the land. And the salad! Suspiciously sweet. When they bring the biscuits you can actually have the choice of sorghum (!) or honey. I think sorghum is illegal in most parts of the land (straight molasses). Only Kidding!
We like to huddle together and look cute.
Don't they look like an ad for a magazine? This is them leading the way to our other favorite thing in the world...
Shopping. More Shopping. Always shopping. At our Mecca. (We didn't buy anything full price of course and could only sneak around the scary sales room in the back. Read prior post on Anthrolopologie here.
Too poor to buy these hats, I pathetically suggested we take pictures of ourselves in them.
Here is Clarissa confirming what she already knew: Still no money in that wallet to buy anything here ;-)
Here is Stephanie doing what she does best: buying something only to return it in a week. She has made returning things an artform.
This is the store where my girls told me I needed to buy "age-appropriate" clothes and proceeded to usher me out in shame.
On to the next store...(by the way, Clarissa is consulting her iPhone which we made her do 1,000,000 times. Those phones are wicked cool!!!)
I have been friends with these gals (they are childhood best friends) since 1991. Ugh. How long is that? OMG. Nineteen years. Holy shit we're old.
I love them I love them I love them I love them I love them.
Stephanie and Clarissa, I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR YOU!
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