This could possibly be my new hobby. I kind of love it. So if you want to know what my family is like then you should watch this clip.
They are my best friends. I love my life.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
She's Back.
This night she realized all she had..and that is everything she really wanted.
Simple happenings of the day:
This morning. She woke up to an e-mail from one of her favorite people. Bradley. She misses the fun times they had together. But she is happy for him while he is serving the Lord.
She said goodbye to her best friend's husband-to-be for two years. On the car ride over, she said she wasn't really sad, but happy for him. For that reason, she didn't plan on crying. On the contrary, watching all the other weepy women, she herself joined in. Mostly it was an ache for her best friend because she knew the pain her friend will go through at his departure. She remembered the time that she too endured that. Those boys have and will do great things. She is grateful for their service; looks back with a tear in her eye and smile on her face.
She is counting days by the mail system. It's embarrassing, really. Ha. She is playing tic-tac-toe with a boy who is miles and miles away and soon will be half way across the world. She kind of loves it though. She wishes at 11:11 that he gets her letter in time to write her back--11:11 was kind of their thing. But it's weird because they are best pals, nothing more, yet she finds so much joy in hearing from him. Her favorite part is the pictures he draws. Or maybe their inside jokes. Kind of everything.
She had a really weird dream. Actually, she kissed someone in her dream. That usually doesn't happen unless she likes the person in real life. Then she told the main character about the contents of the dream. It was probably not her brightest idea. It'll be an interesting reunion this weekend--no kissing involved though, you can be assured.
She had the greatest reunion with her roommate. Only been a part two weeks and they still squealed when they saw each other. Her roommate talked some sense into her about a particular boy. It was much needed. They then talked about important things. They talked forever. Laughed and cried and caught up on life.
She will be tan for summer. She revisited a home she spent a few weeks hanging out at four summers ago. She didn't even have to ask them for the address, she remembered the way. She did a flip in the pool. She was embarrassed by the bruise she had on her leg--don't know where that came from. But she came out burnt despite the deceiving white skin she had for the whole two and a half hours. It was all of our goals to get a little sun truthfully. It's weird how fast we grow up. Boys to men. Girls to women.
She woke up and ran two miles. She is getting back into herself again. It's kind of important. We want her back.
She talked to her friend who made her realize how much she loves her dad. She has the best dad ever. Her dad is always there to talk or to help her out. Her dad would do anything for her and tonight she understood how grateful she is for a dad who cares.
She asked a boy to come visit her when she got up to school in the summer. He said he would love nothing more and would surely love to see her again. It was a better response than she hoped. Who wouldn't love to spend a couple days with an italian boy. ;)
She drove on the highway with wet hair and the windows down. Seems silly but it was so enjoyable to her. She blasted the music and let her hair air dry, it was a Texas thing. She also has kind of missed driving.
O and! She got to skype her friend from school. She took this kid for granted and now she kind of misses him. It was a good chat. He told her she was actually dorky unbeknownst to most people. She liked that he knew that but still wanted to be her friend anyway. True colors shining. She then fell asleep while they were still chatting. Oops. Kind of embarrassing.
Earlier that day, she got to help a friend who ran out of gas. She loved seeing them so she didn't mind helping out. Mother and daughter preparing for a wedding. Lovely.
All in all, she is back. I don't know where she went but she is back. xoxo
Moral: Be grateful for the little things.
Simple happenings of the day:
This morning. She woke up to an e-mail from one of her favorite people. Bradley. She misses the fun times they had together. But she is happy for him while he is serving the Lord.
She said goodbye to her best friend's husband-to-be for two years. On the car ride over, she said she wasn't really sad, but happy for him. For that reason, she didn't plan on crying. On the contrary, watching all the other weepy women, she herself joined in. Mostly it was an ache for her best friend because she knew the pain her friend will go through at his departure. She remembered the time that she too endured that. Those boys have and will do great things. She is grateful for their service; looks back with a tear in her eye and smile on her face.
She is counting days by the mail system. It's embarrassing, really. Ha. She is playing tic-tac-toe with a boy who is miles and miles away and soon will be half way across the world. She kind of loves it though. She wishes at 11:11 that he gets her letter in time to write her back--11:11 was kind of their thing. But it's weird because they are best pals, nothing more, yet she finds so much joy in hearing from him. Her favorite part is the pictures he draws. Or maybe their inside jokes. Kind of everything.
She had a really weird dream. Actually, she kissed someone in her dream. That usually doesn't happen unless she likes the person in real life. Then she told the main character about the contents of the dream. It was probably not her brightest idea. It'll be an interesting reunion this weekend--no kissing involved though, you can be assured.
She had the greatest reunion with her roommate. Only been a part two weeks and they still squealed when they saw each other. Her roommate talked some sense into her about a particular boy. It was much needed. They then talked about important things. They talked forever. Laughed and cried and caught up on life.
She will be tan for summer. She revisited a home she spent a few weeks hanging out at four summers ago. She didn't even have to ask them for the address, she remembered the way. She did a flip in the pool. She was embarrassed by the bruise she had on her leg--don't know where that came from. But she came out burnt despite the deceiving white skin she had for the whole two and a half hours. It was all of our goals to get a little sun truthfully. It's weird how fast we grow up. Boys to men. Girls to women.
She woke up and ran two miles. She is getting back into herself again. It's kind of important. We want her back.
She talked to her friend who made her realize how much she loves her dad. She has the best dad ever. Her dad is always there to talk or to help her out. Her dad would do anything for her and tonight she understood how grateful she is for a dad who cares.
She asked a boy to come visit her when she got up to school in the summer. He said he would love nothing more and would surely love to see her again. It was a better response than she hoped. Who wouldn't love to spend a couple days with an italian boy. ;)
She drove on the highway with wet hair and the windows down. Seems silly but it was so enjoyable to her. She blasted the music and let her hair air dry, it was a Texas thing. She also has kind of missed driving.
O and! She got to skype her friend from school. She took this kid for granted and now she kind of misses him. It was a good chat. He told her she was actually dorky unbeknownst to most people. She liked that he knew that but still wanted to be her friend anyway. True colors shining. She then fell asleep while they were still chatting. Oops. Kind of embarrassing.
Earlier that day, she got to help a friend who ran out of gas. She loved seeing them so she didn't mind helping out. Mother and daughter preparing for a wedding. Lovely.
All in all, she is back. I don't know where she went but she is back. xoxo
Moral: Be grateful for the little things.
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