a beautiful storm
this is where i come, when i need to remember who i really am. and where i come from. and who made me. life is fast, this is where everything slows down. and i can just be the me, i want to be.
Sometimes, I get sad..because of the way things used to be.
Today, I was looking through old emails. I have a whole folder from you. We used to only be able to talk during the day via email. I miss our old conversations we had on there. Used to, I would have an email waiting for me every day when I woke up. The last one I got, ironically, was my birthday. The day we found out about our precious Browning. Now, we could talk all day long if we chose to. But we don’t, we talk very little four of the days out of the week. The other three, we spend time together. I love our time together. I especially loved yesterday. I got to take pictures of you. You are amazingly handsome. I got to watch the office with you. I got to praise the Lord with you. I got to hold your hand. I got to sleep on your chest. I loved our day. Please, can we have more of those. The kind of days that when you drop me off at home, I try to force you to stay. Grabbing your face, and never letting go. I will choose to be selfless. I will choose whatever you want. Just give me more of those days.
As I write this on my phone, take a picture with my beautiful Nikon, and play hangman on a Kindle Fire with my wonderful fiancée who is texting on his phone, and playing on his DS between turns on hangman…….I have to think why do we have all of this crap?! I pray that we can think less of ourselves and truly think of the dying and needy. But what is that going to take? Us giving up one or more of our electronics..that we can’t live without? Who knows? Why is it so easy to go on living our everyday lives with all of our stuff..when there is a whole world full of people in desperate need? When is it going to be more important for a child to live then it is for us to get a new iPod? When will we use our resources to better someone else’s life, instead of just improving an already spoiled life of our own? And even as I write all of this, I keep thinking about how hungry I am. When am I going to think about the people who get one rice bowl a day, if that? I want to learn how to live simply, and to give the excess to people who actually NEED it. All I want to do is to teach my child that “things” aren’t important..but how am I going to do that when all I can think about is myself and what I want? I pray God changes my attitude when it comes to material possessions. I pray I will no longer “need” what makes me happy. I pray I will have a passion for the lost, needy, and dying. God, open up my eyes to the things unseen.
My favorite thing I have ever seen :)
This made me think of Tyler Dozier :) I love and miss her!
This is my beautiful Browning Jak Collier. Six more weeks until he is supposed to be here. I wouldn’t mind, one bit, if it was earlier. I am so ready to see him, to touch his hand, and to kiss his (supposedly) chubby cheeks. I wish there was some sort of way to just fast forward through the next month. I love him already.
(also, keep in mind these ultrasound photos were from over a month ago..he’s bigger now..a lot bigger)
I love him.
I love him with my whole heart. He is everything, and more, of what I would want in a man. He goes beyond my wildest imagination of a prince charming. Even though some days, realistically, we fight. And get frustrated, about things that don’t really matter. I still know he will be by my side, no matter what. Last night he was pleading with me to get married this week. He is so cute. He loves me. And I’m okay with it. I’m actually more than okay with it..I love that he loves me. He comforts me when I’m upset. He makes me laugh when things are going good..or bad. He snores when he’s really tired. He’s stubborn. For some reason right now, he really likes Checkers. He gets really upset with inanimate objects. He wants to worship the Lord, for a living. He wants to be the best dad he can be. He sacrifices for our family. He doesn’t mind just sitting and doing nothing. But he also doesn’t mind getting dressed up, and taking me out. He fights for my happiness. He fights for our happiness as a couple, and as a family.
He’s my best friend, and I wouldn’t trade him for anything or anyone else in the entire world.
There’s this house on S. Park street, and it’s white. It’s white, and has yellow doors. It’s my favorite house to look at, it always makes me smile when I see it. No matter what might be going on. If you’re on S. Park sometime soon, take a look at that beauty.
We already have the same engagement story!!!!! Its crazy! Be jealous! If I could just work my way up to Pam’s awesomeness, we would be perfect:)Be the Jim to my Pam?
Last night, me and my man were studying. We had been working on it for awhile, and he was getting restless. While I was frusturated, because I needed to keep going. We were studying for biology. BIOLOGY. But out of the blue when I wasn’t ever expecting it, hs just looked me right in the eye and said, “You are so beautiful, I just want to kiss you.” My reply to that was, “Shut up!” I thought he was being sarcastic. But THEN he said, “Why? You are sincerely so pretty, and I’ll just look at you sometimes, and think about it and I just want to kiss you.” He might think it was no big deal, but he doesn’t understand how much it means to me, especially at this time in my life. Right now when half the time, I feel like a whale, and the other half I feel like an elephant. I loved being complemented. I’m so excited to marry him.
