It's In His Kiss This song portrays that "his love" will be proven by a dramatic, passionate, momentous kiss. Though this could be true, I think its much more (and less) than that. I've come to see that perhaps true love isn't so much in an oscar-worthy lip lock, but rather a brush of cool lips on the back of my hand. A soft morning peck, gilding my cheeks like the dewy grass, begging me to stir, because as much as he thinks i sleep like an angel, he can't stand another minute-- not another second-- awake without being able to look in my puffy morning eyes and start our hellish day: together. It's in a gentle sweep on my forehead as I fall asleep in his arms, even though it's the middle of August and the air's been broken for a week. It's in not letting me run from my fears; or my dreams. It's in knowing how to motivate me and how to push my buttons. It's in discerning when I'm upset whether to kiss away my tears one by one, just be near me or leave me alone, for now. It's in a million simple things I have yet to learn-- and I know not every lesson will be fun and games, but I look forward to them each the same. posted by me 10:39 PM . . .
Nevermind My mom just bet me that she'll be the next one to get married! HaHa! It's even funnier because she could be right... posted by me 11:28 AM . . .
Color Me Flabbergasted (it's a word, trust me) Well, I was on the phone last night with my friend Dave who's wedding I am singing in this weekend. As we were wrapping things up, someone beeped in. It was my cousin, Leanne. The conversation kind of went like this: Me: Hi L: Hi. Me: Are you engaged? L: yes. Then there were turrents and peels of laughter and glee. To understand the craziness of this, you really have to know my family, and my cousin. Let's just say that we're somewhat skeptics when it comes to love and marriage. My cousin, Colin, finally got married around 33, and we were sure Mike would be the next to go since he's always had serious girlfriends over for the holidays. Leanne and my sister were sworn to be spinsters together through old age. Now, not only will Leanne bring a significant other to Christmas... she'll be bringing her husband! Craziness. Absolute craziness. I'm totally happy for her, and am standing up in her wedding in November. However, there's one downer.... since Mike has a girlfriend and they've pretty much given up hope on my sister, I'm the only one left to badger about settling down. It's not my fault, I promise! There's no appeasing them. augh. = P posted by me 11:18 AM . . .
Back to my roots Today I've learned an important lesson. God knows what He's doing. He made things the right way and we, or at least I, am not content until I screw it up, make some sort of seemingly beautiful shadow of the original. The only thing is, I can not create like God can. I can only mimic. In the Chronicles of Narnia, when entering the new Narnia the unicorn, Jewel, exclaims, "This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now. The reason the why we loved the old Narnia is that it sometimes looked a little like this." In Tolkien's The Simarillion the god character, Iluvatar states, "...no theme may be played that hath not its uttermost source in me, nor can any alter the music in my despite. For he that attempteth this shall prove but mine instrument in the devising of things more wonderful, which he himself hath not imagined." All of my meddlings and worries are for naught. In the end, I see that His creations weren't just thrown together but thought out for their richest, most succulent beauty. God's pallet is savory and brilliant and we shouldn't go messing with it. He made things on purpose and I think I'll fight the urge to clean up. All this just to say that I went back to my natural hair color.... posted by me 8:13 PM . . .
Vacation I love my family. I love my friends. I love being able to take a three day weekend here or there to see the momentous occasions in their lives: christenings, weddings, homecomings, fond farewells. I'd love a vacation. A real vacation. A week off at the beach making my own momentous occasions. I'd like to take a week and go to the ocean, instead of three days travelling to the mosquito-infested midwest. I wouldn't mind going with my family or my friends that I rarely get to see, but I also wouldn't mind having time to just hang with my friends that I see every other day-- to be able to sleep in, not for just one blissful Saturday morning, but for an entire week! Oh, to be able to see my friends for an extended period of time rather than on lunch breaks and before and after nightly events. Heck, I'd even like to take a vacation with my roommates. Then maybe I'd actually get to see them. posted by me 9:42 AM . . .
