Shadows don't shed light.
Doubts, mistakes, idiocies cannot be trusted to teach a lesson about light.
Darkness teaches of darkness.
We must know more than where the darkness starts and leads.
We must know where the light beckons and is born.
If we hold the shadows before us to remind us where we've been,
our path is marred, our vision blurred, and steps are sure to stumble.
Render to darkness it's shadows, leave them behind.
Render to light your trust that you can be enough with it, and that your sights don't need to be anywhere else.
Light will show us everything we need to know.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Weekends Barely Tolerate Sitting Next to Mondays
It all began with a bachelorette party.
This was my first since getting married, and let me tell you, when you're no longer single, but you've barely smudged off the "Just Married" sticker on your forehead, you sit in never-never-land with a lot of cookies.
Luckily Becca, Lynnea and Alisa Grace didn't shun me because of marriedness, they only jokingly said I should mingle with all the other married ladies in attendance...who I did not know.
I ended up telling these three friends what I've just recently come to know about marriage only to hear an hour later from a 4 year married woman what she knows about marriage.
You know it's funny, I'd pegged her for a reserved mormon wife at the start but by the end of the night she was telling me all about 'snake bats' and how "They don't care if you're tired, they don't care if you're in the garage, or in your parents house, men. don't. care."
Did I die laughing?
Yes naked apes. Mostly I did. Except for the dying part.
It only took me two more hours, and a re-telling to Tommy to figure out that the snake bat she'd been talking about wasn't the toy, flying, blind, echo-location kind, but the toy, baseball-hitting kind. Duh.
Moral of the story is apes, I'm too young, I'm too old, I'm too naive, and I'm too married, I'm not married enough, and I'll understand when I'm older, meanwhile I'm pretty sure I'm older than I was, and I'm certain I've been around three year olds for too long because I'm losing touch with adults.
All well, Tommy's still young :)
This evening I sat in bed with a carton of milk, eating Chocolate Chip cookies from the package, and when Tommy figured out what I'd done, he actually said I hadn't eaten as many as he'd expected and carried on the festivities with me while we started F.H.E.
In case you are wondering, this is reason 2,000,003 why we fit.
On another note, Naked Apes, I'm graduating from college this Friday.
Do you have any idea how weird that is? I don't have a plan after this. A vague one yes, but not a fill-in-the-cracks one. I know I want to read. Deeply. I want to start somewhere really far back in ancient Greece and Rome and work my way up through the greatest thinkers, creators, dreamers, and artists of all time.
Really, I want to start my education. But I'm afraid I'll lose all my gumption as soon as the responsibility sets in of internships and jobs and getting my baby through college. But it's little plans like this that make taking on all of the new roles and responsibilities not so scary. I suppose in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter that I don't feel grown or grown up. It doesn't matter that my recipe box has a total of four recipes in it, or that I don't have a single "woman" outfit in my closet.
Tommy's teaching me life is for living. No one up there ever said the greatest thing we'll ever do is grow up. I figure if I end up a little bit wise, wrinkly, imaginative, awestruck and childlike at heart, I'll have done something right.
Oh Nakies, I've got a long way to go.
p.s. Tommy is sleeping right next to me, and has been for the past 2.5 hours. He is so cute. His toes stick off the end of the bed, he's got a blanket wrapped around his middle, he's snuggled his head into his yoda pillow and his hair is sticking up wildly like sunflower leaves yearning for the light of our bed-lamp : ) I would have taken pictures of him at ten minute intervals this whole time if I knew how to charge his camera. Alas, you'll just have to picture him in your heads. Sweet dreams. Don't forget your prayers tonight, as I've recently re-learned, God loves midnight chats with his children.
This was my first since getting married, and let me tell you, when you're no longer single, but you've barely smudged off the "Just Married" sticker on your forehead, you sit in never-never-land with a lot of cookies.
Luckily Becca, Lynnea and Alisa Grace didn't shun me because of marriedness, they only jokingly said I should mingle with all the other married ladies in attendance...who I did not know.
I ended up telling these three friends what I've just recently come to know about marriage only to hear an hour later from a 4 year married woman what she knows about marriage.
You know it's funny, I'd pegged her for a reserved mormon wife at the start but by the end of the night she was telling me all about 'snake bats' and how "They don't care if you're tired, they don't care if you're in the garage, or in your parents house, men. don't. care."
Did I die laughing?
Yes naked apes. Mostly I did. Except for the dying part.
It only took me two more hours, and a re-telling to Tommy to figure out that the snake bat she'd been talking about wasn't the toy, flying, blind, echo-location kind, but the toy, baseball-hitting kind. Duh.
Moral of the story is apes, I'm too young, I'm too old, I'm too naive, and I'm too married, I'm not married enough, and I'll understand when I'm older, meanwhile I'm pretty sure I'm older than I was, and I'm certain I've been around three year olds for too long because I'm losing touch with adults.
All well, Tommy's still young :)
This evening I sat in bed with a carton of milk, eating Chocolate Chip cookies from the package, and when Tommy figured out what I'd done, he actually said I hadn't eaten as many as he'd expected and carried on the festivities with me while we started F.H.E.
In case you are wondering, this is reason 2,000,003 why we fit.
On another note, Naked Apes, I'm graduating from college this Friday.
Do you have any idea how weird that is? I don't have a plan after this. A vague one yes, but not a fill-in-the-cracks one. I know I want to read. Deeply. I want to start somewhere really far back in ancient Greece and Rome and work my way up through the greatest thinkers, creators, dreamers, and artists of all time.
Really, I want to start my education. But I'm afraid I'll lose all my gumption as soon as the responsibility sets in of internships and jobs and getting my baby through college. But it's little plans like this that make taking on all of the new roles and responsibilities not so scary. I suppose in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter that I don't feel grown or grown up. It doesn't matter that my recipe box has a total of four recipes in it, or that I don't have a single "woman" outfit in my closet.
Tommy's teaching me life is for living. No one up there ever said the greatest thing we'll ever do is grow up. I figure if I end up a little bit wise, wrinkly, imaginative, awestruck and childlike at heart, I'll have done something right.
Oh Nakies, I've got a long way to go.
p.s. Tommy is sleeping right next to me, and has been for the past 2.5 hours. He is so cute. His toes stick off the end of the bed, he's got a blanket wrapped around his middle, he's snuggled his head into his yoda pillow and his hair is sticking up wildly like sunflower leaves yearning for the light of our bed-lamp : ) I would have taken pictures of him at ten minute intervals this whole time if I knew how to charge his camera. Alas, you'll just have to picture him in your heads. Sweet dreams. Don't forget your prayers tonight, as I've recently re-learned, God loves midnight chats with his children.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Marriage is...
...Like synchronized swimming.
...the discovery of just how much toilet paper YOU use! No one else. Because you are the only girl now.
...Like speaking swaheelee when you don't even know how to spell it and your roommate is speaking latin.
...Like trying to exit a door that has a latch on both sides and your darling re-locks it every time you unlock it because the more you try to come out the funnier it gets to him until you're both laughing and you can see the twinkles in his eyes when he finally swings it open : )
...LOVING your morning dose of chocolate milk because he made it for you and it's perfect and perfectly delicious.
...Stealing all the covers, and losing all your pillows.
...Snapshots of perfection blowing by your face so fast sometimes you miss them. But you catch as many as you can and staple them to the walls to watch the best scene you've ever witnessed.
...Getting super excited to come home and go absolutely nowhere.
...Like rowing crew.
...Constantly remembering someone other than yourself.
...Like balancing with a giant on top of a pencil point.
...Realizing your own inexperience and hopelessly flawed nature and then realizing you can become wonderful together.
...Perfect. Like a dance. Difficult, requiring hours of patience, questions, listening, practice, stumbling, remembering, learning.
...Laughing and giggling and snorting and running around the house screaming and rubber band wars and late night chats and snuggling and tricking a giant into taking a nap with you and talking in your sleep and being a sassafrass and being so in love even if you're angry or tired or frustrated or happier than butterflies with mangoes.
...Life and love however you make it.
...the discovery of just how much toilet paper YOU use! No one else. Because you are the only girl now.
...Like speaking swaheelee when you don't even know how to spell it and your roommate is speaking latin.
...Like trying to exit a door that has a latch on both sides and your darling re-locks it every time you unlock it because the more you try to come out the funnier it gets to him until you're both laughing and you can see the twinkles in his eyes when he finally swings it open : )
...LOVING your morning dose of chocolate milk because he made it for you and it's perfect and perfectly delicious.
...Stealing all the covers, and losing all your pillows.
...Snapshots of perfection blowing by your face so fast sometimes you miss them. But you catch as many as you can and staple them to the walls to watch the best scene you've ever witnessed.
...Getting super excited to come home and go absolutely nowhere.
...Like rowing crew.
...Constantly remembering someone other than yourself.
...Like balancing with a giant on top of a pencil point.
...Realizing your own inexperience and hopelessly flawed nature and then realizing you can become wonderful together.
...Perfect. Like a dance. Difficult, requiring hours of patience, questions, listening, practice, stumbling, remembering, learning.
...Laughing and giggling and snorting and running around the house screaming and rubber band wars and late night chats and snuggling and tricking a giant into taking a nap with you and talking in your sleep and being a sassafrass and being so in love even if you're angry or tired or frustrated or happier than butterflies with mangoes.
...Life and love however you make it.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
This is Where I Vent About Non-Preschool, Preschool Stuff
For those of you who missed my post I wrote a long time ago, had saved for 1.5 months, and finally just now posted...I'm doing a practicum for school right now in which I am one of 7 teachers at the BYUI preschool. We teach 3 year olds. And they are beyond adorable. Truth is, preschool is one of the most fantastic parts of my week.
Another truth is: the class I take in order to be in preschool sucks.
The work is extensive, exhaustive and exhausting. In a word: ridiculous.
Upsides:
If I ever get a job planning the daily schedule for the President of the United States, I'm going to be well practiced.
And if I make it to the end of the semester without giving in to the urge to shake my teacher and shout "THEY ARE ONLY THREE YEARS OLD! The lesson plan does not need to be 10+ pages of insane intricacies!" I will have improved my previously believed levels of self-control and patience.
Ahhhhhhh.
Time to get out some energy doing Zumba.
p.s. Tall, blonde and handsome has been curled up slumbering for a couple hours now beside me while I clack away. He is adorable : )
p.p.s. If you tie a colorful cape around my neck even when I'm in the midst of my lesson plan doll-drums, I can't stay angry. Tommy proved this 3 hours ago.
Another truth is: the class I take in order to be in preschool sucks.
The work is extensive, exhaustive and exhausting. In a word: ridiculous.
Upsides:
If I ever get a job planning the daily schedule for the President of the United States, I'm going to be well practiced.
And if I make it to the end of the semester without giving in to the urge to shake my teacher and shout "THEY ARE ONLY THREE YEARS OLD! The lesson plan does not need to be 10+ pages of insane intricacies!" I will have improved my previously believed levels of self-control and patience.
Ahhhhhhh.
Time to get out some energy doing Zumba.
p.s. Tall, blonde and handsome has been curled up slumbering for a couple hours now beside me while I clack away. He is adorable : )
p.p.s. If you tie a colorful cape around my neck even when I'm in the midst of my lesson plan doll-drums, I can't stay angry. Tommy proved this 3 hours ago.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
"Mano a Mano"
Tommy says this is what you say when you're about to fight a dastardly fiend. I would add that your eyebrows should be furrowed menacingly below a black cap and you should be of mexican or spanish decent so you sound legit using spanish phrases. Basically it would be best if you were
Zorro
or Puss in Boots from Shrek
...either way I guess you have to be Antonio Banderas.
Anyway Nakies, today I discovered the answer to two questions. Both of which I have harbored for quite sometime.
1. Do I have a Spleen?
2. If so, why, where, why haven't I ever encountered it before...?
Today I discovered my spleen. It's been saying hello for the past few days, I just didn't realize what it was. So today it decided to show me all of it's ninja moves and then challenge me to a duel!
I said 'ow', went back to bed, and eventually went to the doctor.
After a blood and urine test and x-rays (don't worry I held SO still), the lovely doctor said my spleen and colon are inflamed because I have mono.
Which also explains why my right throat gland thing is the size of a golf ball.
Now I know that I have a spleen, I know exactly where it is, and I'm going to make it so happy it will be working for me without a peep for the rest of my non-senility.
I have to say though, I like my spleen an awful lot. It has saved my life and never even let me get worried for 22 years. That's pretty stinking awesome.
p.s. Tommy is my favorite husband ever. Yes, this includes every possible man I could have ever married. Even Gideon I cannot even begin to list all of the things he has done for me while I've been a sick blob. True love nakies. I'm slowly figuring it out, and caring for sick blobs for days and days because you love them is definitely a beautiful piece of the puzzle.
p.p.s. I ate a 10 lbs. watermelon to make my spleen happy. Try it, it works. Plus it's delicious.
Zorro
or Puss in Boots from Shrek
...either way I guess you have to be Antonio Banderas.
Anyway Nakies, today I discovered the answer to two questions. Both of which I have harbored for quite sometime.
1. Do I have a Spleen?
2. If so, why, where, why haven't I ever encountered it before...?
Today I discovered my spleen. It's been saying hello for the past few days, I just didn't realize what it was. So today it decided to show me all of it's ninja moves and then challenge me to a duel!
I said 'ow', went back to bed, and eventually went to the doctor.
After a blood and urine test and x-rays (don't worry I held SO still), the lovely doctor said my spleen and colon are inflamed because I have mono.
Which also explains why my right throat gland thing is the size of a golf ball.
Now I know that I have a spleen, I know exactly where it is, and I'm going to make it so happy it will be working for me without a peep for the rest of my non-senility.
I have to say though, I like my spleen an awful lot. It has saved my life and never even let me get worried for 22 years. That's pretty stinking awesome.
p.s. Tommy is my favorite husband ever. Yes, this includes every possible man I could have ever married. Even Gideon I cannot even begin to list all of the things he has done for me while I've been a sick blob. True love nakies. I'm slowly figuring it out, and caring for sick blobs for days and days because you love them is definitely a beautiful piece of the puzzle.
p.p.s. I ate a 10 lbs. watermelon to make my spleen happy. Try it, it works. Plus it's delicious.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Snorting Makes Marriage Better
I'd say lots of things in fact make marriage better. But right now I'm watching movie trailers and snorting with laughter into my blankets as Tommy-love is taking a power nap on his smudge of the bed. [He claims I steal the bed AND the covers but I don't know what he's talking about. How could I be THAT awesome while sleeping?) Anyway, I'd say this marriage thing is pretty stinking good : )
I realized yesterday that my parents are interested to know details about how my life is going with my 6 ft. 1 boy-man....I really should have seen that one coming since they love me a lot, etc. Then I realized other friends/family might be curious as well, so I'm giving y'all the download.
Pretty much everyday is different, and everyday is fun even if we're tired, tackling grown up responsibilities, etc. It might be possible to write out enough times how much I love our life together so that you could truly see how much it's true, but it would take you a life-time to read, and really, summaries are great inventions.
[Tommy's new desk we found at D.I.]
Tommy is majoring in Construction Management and is taking both a framing and an architecture class this semester. He also decided to pick up a drawing class to work on his sketching skills since that is both fun, and will definitely come in handy later when he's drawing up blueprints etc. He's a smart cookie that one. He's pretty busy between labs, classes, homework, and making me the happiest Carleen Marie Steinkuhler ever. (Windy and I checked, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one in the country according to this site we found online...we were bored this one time.)
Tommy is amazing at making our house feel like home. He likes to unpack our things, organize them around our house, put nails in the walls and ask me which pictures I want where. He built us silverware dividers out of extra cardboard from all the boxes we've accumulated
made sure we raided the after-easter aisle of Albertson's for goodies to put in our new Death Star cookie jar (Thank you Windy! We love it!)
and was first to test out our Kitchen Aid by making homemade bread. He made 8 loaves last week haha, he's found a new love and calls the Kitchen Aid his baby :)
(cinnamon swirl, cinnamon & chocolate chip swirl, pepperjack cheese & spice swirl, raspberry jam swirl, peanut butter & chocolate chip swirl, & regular). He's figured out how to toss the dough in the air like a pizza pie, catch and release it over and over, spinning it high above his head until it's fluffy and soft. He has to kneel down so he doesn't hit the ceiling but he really loves it :)
He concocts all sorts of dishes, sometimes cooks up Argentine recipes, revamps our vast amounts of leftover soup, invents all of his bread variations, and uses the oven and stove often, keeping them bubbling and happy. So many people I've talked to expect me to be solely in the kitchen, but I'm glad cooking for us isn't just a gender-role ascribed duty, but has become a fun experimentation open to whomever is excited to try something new that day. Tommy often beats me : ) But his excitement is catching and I often sit on a splash of counter and read homework, etc to him as he cooks.
He's put up white christmas lights all around our house and living room, drug our mattress into the living room so we can camp out and watch movies, and made sure he can hang up my fort that he made me for christmas whenever we have f.h.e. so we can sit under it and read books aloud to each other that we loved growing up. So far we've read 'The Chocolate Touch' ~ By Patrick Catling , 'First Test' ~ by Tamora Pierce, and are starting on 'Dragon Lance' ~ By Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman tomorrow. It's been really fun reading books that have in many ways shaped who we are today or simply reflect pieces of who we've been.
Becca and Alisa come by fairly often for lunch every Friday and for playing games and watching movies other nights. Dueling with light sabers is not unheard of at such parties.
Tommy also found a friend to play halo with : )
[back when the bed was in our bedroom and not on our living room floor for a never-ending sleep over/movie night]
I am starting my period of servitude with the school preschool as my practicum for my major (Child Development). I spend 2-4 hours in preschool-class or the lab every week-day and the assignments, prep-work and actual preschool haven't even started yet. I must say that even though it was obvious from day-one that preschool was going to take over my semester, I love it already and am ridiculously excited for this Tuesday when the kids will come for their first day. We get a class of 3-yr-olds : ) There are about 19 of them, it's going to be crazy :) Did I mention I'm ecstatic? I am :)
Tommy and I have a DNA class together because I put off my last general-ed science class for as long as possible, and he's a young-in who does things on time :P Also I just really wanted to be able to take a class with him, and this is our last chance possibly ever. It's pretty intense for a foundations class but I survive infinitely better with him by my side laughing and telling me to calm down when I get angry at our very by-the-book teacher for occasionally using different (more exact and ugly) scientific terms than the nice ones used in our prescribed preparation homework. We got to make playdough models of the cell reproduction process of meiosis during class last week and I had to shush him a couple times he was getting so excited. He's fun :) Sometimes our class schedules allow us to meet up and walk around campus for a bit before we have to part ways to get to our separate classes again. This past week I've been pleasantly surprised by the giddy-nervous flip-flop my stomach does when he shows up unexpectedly in my recently-finished classes because his class got out early or I'm just amazingly slow at packing up. I hope I get to feel this at random moments for the rest of time. I love him.
Every day Tommy and I play. We are like two kids who never fully grew up, having tickle wars, light saber battles, wrestling wars, water fights, etc. He makes fun of the way I spit in the shower, enjoys poking and pinching me everywhere, is fascinated by the 1000 different ways my face can be squished, and the funny noises I seem to make as a result of all of these antics. I blow raspberries on his face, tickle him, have been known to stick my finger in his mouth when he yawns, you get the idea. Last weekend we put our new, gold, silk, playboy sheets on our bed (re-gifted to us by his Grandma, don't ask, we didn't), and took turns holding the top sheet in front of us like a toboggan as we ran down the hall and slid across the slippery bed as far as we could go. I skip like a rock 2-3 times until I skid to a stop sprawled out near the end of the mattress. Tommy has it down so well he slides 6 feet past the end of our queen-size bed where he collides into our front door in a laughing heap. Like I said, we play : )
The world is a bit crazy. But having a home I can create and enjoy everyday with the love of my life and God, nourishes me, and gives me hope, strength and better sight than my own to face the craziness inside and out. I don't need anyone to hang a flashing sign or arrow to tell me this is bliss. Life is best when you make it so. Best wishes and all my love to all you nakies
I realized yesterday that my parents are interested to know details about how my life is going with my 6 ft. 1 boy-man....I really should have seen that one coming since they love me a lot, etc. Then I realized other friends/family might be curious as well, so I'm giving y'all the download.
Pretty much everyday is different, and everyday is fun even if we're tired, tackling grown up responsibilities, etc. It might be possible to write out enough times how much I love our life together so that you could truly see how much it's true, but it would take you a life-time to read, and really, summaries are great inventions.
[Tommy's new desk we found at D.I.]Tommy is majoring in Construction Management and is taking both a framing and an architecture class this semester. He also decided to pick up a drawing class to work on his sketching skills since that is both fun, and will definitely come in handy later when he's drawing up blueprints etc. He's a smart cookie that one. He's pretty busy between labs, classes, homework, and making me the happiest Carleen Marie Steinkuhler ever. (Windy and I checked, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one in the country according to this site we found online...we were bored this one time.)
Tommy is amazing at making our house feel like home. He likes to unpack our things, organize them around our house, put nails in the walls and ask me which pictures I want where. He built us silverware dividers out of extra cardboard from all the boxes we've accumulated
made sure we raided the after-easter aisle of Albertson's for goodies to put in our new Death Star cookie jar (Thank you Windy! We love it!)
and was first to test out our Kitchen Aid by making homemade bread. He made 8 loaves last week haha, he's found a new love and calls the Kitchen Aid his baby :)
(cinnamon swirl, cinnamon & chocolate chip swirl, pepperjack cheese & spice swirl, raspberry jam swirl, peanut butter & chocolate chip swirl, & regular). He's figured out how to toss the dough in the air like a pizza pie, catch and release it over and over, spinning it high above his head until it's fluffy and soft. He has to kneel down so he doesn't hit the ceiling but he really loves it :)
He concocts all sorts of dishes, sometimes cooks up Argentine recipes, revamps our vast amounts of leftover soup, invents all of his bread variations, and uses the oven and stove often, keeping them bubbling and happy. So many people I've talked to expect me to be solely in the kitchen, but I'm glad cooking for us isn't just a gender-role ascribed duty, but has become a fun experimentation open to whomever is excited to try something new that day. Tommy often beats me : ) But his excitement is catching and I often sit on a splash of counter and read homework, etc to him as he cooks.
He's put up white christmas lights all around our house and living room, drug our mattress into the living room so we can camp out and watch movies, and made sure he can hang up my fort that he made me for christmas whenever we have f.h.e. so we can sit under it and read books aloud to each other that we loved growing up. So far we've read 'The Chocolate Touch' ~ By Patrick Catling , 'First Test' ~ by Tamora Pierce, and are starting on 'Dragon Lance' ~ By Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman tomorrow. It's been really fun reading books that have in many ways shaped who we are today or simply reflect pieces of who we've been.
Becca and Alisa come by fairly often for lunch every Friday and for playing games and watching movies other nights. Dueling with light sabers is not unheard of at such parties.
Tommy also found a friend to play halo with : )
[back when the bed was in our bedroom and not on our living room floor for a never-ending sleep over/movie night]
I am starting my period of servitude with the school preschool as my practicum for my major (Child Development). I spend 2-4 hours in preschool-class or the lab every week-day and the assignments, prep-work and actual preschool haven't even started yet. I must say that even though it was obvious from day-one that preschool was going to take over my semester, I love it already and am ridiculously excited for this Tuesday when the kids will come for their first day. We get a class of 3-yr-olds : ) There are about 19 of them, it's going to be crazy :) Did I mention I'm ecstatic? I am :)
Tommy and I have a DNA class together because I put off my last general-ed science class for as long as possible, and he's a young-in who does things on time :P Also I just really wanted to be able to take a class with him, and this is our last chance possibly ever. It's pretty intense for a foundations class but I survive infinitely better with him by my side laughing and telling me to calm down when I get angry at our very by-the-book teacher for occasionally using different (more exact and ugly) scientific terms than the nice ones used in our prescribed preparation homework. We got to make playdough models of the cell reproduction process of meiosis during class last week and I had to shush him a couple times he was getting so excited. He's fun :) Sometimes our class schedules allow us to meet up and walk around campus for a bit before we have to part ways to get to our separate classes again. This past week I've been pleasantly surprised by the giddy-nervous flip-flop my stomach does when he shows up unexpectedly in my recently-finished classes because his class got out early or I'm just amazingly slow at packing up. I hope I get to feel this at random moments for the rest of time. I love him.
Every day Tommy and I play. We are like two kids who never fully grew up, having tickle wars, light saber battles, wrestling wars, water fights, etc. He makes fun of the way I spit in the shower, enjoys poking and pinching me everywhere, is fascinated by the 1000 different ways my face can be squished, and the funny noises I seem to make as a result of all of these antics. I blow raspberries on his face, tickle him, have been known to stick my finger in his mouth when he yawns, you get the idea. Last weekend we put our new, gold, silk, playboy sheets on our bed (re-gifted to us by his Grandma, don't ask, we didn't), and took turns holding the top sheet in front of us like a toboggan as we ran down the hall and slid across the slippery bed as far as we could go. I skip like a rock 2-3 times until I skid to a stop sprawled out near the end of the mattress. Tommy has it down so well he slides 6 feet past the end of our queen-size bed where he collides into our front door in a laughing heap. Like I said, we play : )
The world is a bit crazy. But having a home I can create and enjoy everyday with the love of my life and God, nourishes me, and gives me hope, strength and better sight than my own to face the craziness inside and out. I don't need anyone to hang a flashing sign or arrow to tell me this is bliss. Life is best when you make it so. Best wishes and all my love to all you nakies
Monday, April 25, 2011
Thoughts
"Sometimes the best thing we can do for a person is remember them."
This thought just arose in my mind like truth rising up amongst mist. I don't know all that it means, or necessarily when it is true, but I feel that it holds something true and important. As though I simply have to experience the correct scenario and suddenly this thought will echo back upon me with all of the clarity and stark relativity that, at the present, I can only believe that it has.
Thoughts dawn on me like this sometimes. When I'm not thinking about anything really. Often when I'm listening to music that delicately twirls my brain into paths I would never have traversed. The thing is, I don't believe my mind invents things. I don't believe it's that clever or wise or fresh or old. It just...stumbles across things that already are. Perhaps they are truths that I've known and then forgotten. Perhaps they are God shedding some kind direction on my wandering soul. I'm grateful for the help.
This thought just arose in my mind like truth rising up amongst mist. I don't know all that it means, or necessarily when it is true, but I feel that it holds something true and important. As though I simply have to experience the correct scenario and suddenly this thought will echo back upon me with all of the clarity and stark relativity that, at the present, I can only believe that it has.
Thoughts dawn on me like this sometimes. When I'm not thinking about anything really. Often when I'm listening to music that delicately twirls my brain into paths I would never have traversed. The thing is, I don't believe my mind invents things. I don't believe it's that clever or wise or fresh or old. It just...stumbles across things that already are. Perhaps they are truths that I've known and then forgotten. Perhaps they are God shedding some kind direction on my wandering soul. I'm grateful for the help.
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