“Love slowly, and truly. That’s all I’m saying. Stop loving with your eyes. They know nothing.” ~ Gary Grey
“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.” ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
“I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” -John Green
“He’s more of myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” Emily Bronte
*Spring…sigh*
But it did rain and cats and dogs last night. Good news. Because just yesterday on the news we were informed that Colorado is officially in a draught and our summer watering laws are in effect. Booooooo.
Gemma and I decided to find a puddle for splashing through right after breakfast. This was all we could come up with…before the sun broke through and dried everything up. Colorado, Geesh.
“I’ve decided to start substituting the word “rich” for the word “overwhelmed”, because everything I think I’m drowning in is really an abundance of delicious opportunities. Okay, except for cleaning toilets and emptying the littler box….Seen via my husband’s Facebook home page this morning (Nancy Rue)
Reminds me of the line in the movie-I-love, Return to Me. The Carroll O’Conner character, who is busily cleaning the restaurant patio late at night responds to his granddaughter, who is chiding him for working so late~
“I’m blessed with work,” he says.
Me as green. Loving the recycle, the up-cycle, less plastic, less chemicals.
Me loving the chemically-super-scrubbed-clean. And wanting to own some of everything in the store’s cleaning aisle.
Torn between green-clean and uber-over-clean.
I confess.
I used to watch The Porter Wagoner Show when I was a kid and Dolly Parton was naturally, exquisitely beautiful (not the stretched, nipped and tucked angularity of today). Waaaaaaaay back when!
The old shows are popping again on obscure cable stations.
I want to know:
Whatever happened to Cheryl and Teryl, the twin, singing sisters who sang on an episode of Porter’s show after Dolly was gone?
I like lists.
Simple and honest. Un-entangled.
And yes, I am working.
But a spring day in Colorado? Oh, my. Like no where I have ever lived. It is cool, breezy and sunny. I have flung open the window and am singing to one of my YouTube playlists.* and my brain is happily intoxicated by the fluttering of the Aspen leaves and the birds singing along with me.
*Totally had to resist singing along while I was taping because, yes, it turns out Todd Rundgren is totally my perfect vocal range. Haha.
It was Photoshop for dummies. And it chased away ants and picked flowers and packed a picnic lunch while growing grass and grabbing the umbrella.
If you did picnik.com then you know what I am talking about.
I just wasn’t done with picnik.com yet. Poo.
I wrote about picnik.com before. HERE, and HERE
So long, photo-editing and fun-effects past-time. I will miss you.
Hey, remember slide.com from back in the day? Gone, too.
On my favorite TV channel ever: Investigation Discovery!
Hasn’t God unfurled a powerful day for our baby girl? Sunny and springy, wicked wind and blue-gray clouds, then sun again, then a downpour, the sun moving in and out of clouds and possibly some sleet for a moment. Then calm again. And a pretty sunset for the cream on top. All for our Stormie Dae.
She turned 25. The first time I did a photo with blessing and descriptive words all over it. Sort of appropriately, after doing them for the whole fam this past year, picnik.com is closing down in a couple of days.
“You are loyal to a fault and so creatively, over-the-top, abundantly, self-sacrificingly, Holy-Spirit-empowered in your giving. Your generosity has touched people around the world and I know why God has blessed you monetarily at such a young age: because He has anointed you to give and He trusts you with the job!”
She is a popular auntie
Twenty-three wishes for Stormie. “Age and maturity reveal one of the kindest people I have ever known. She serves and cares and quietly sets things aright. She is 23 now. The baby is 23. And I love her.”
I was praying for her voice to be heard. And now it has. “I pray that [the song of the LORD] (via your beautiful voice) will burst onto the scene very soon. I see your eyes light up and I hear your spirit rejoicing in the music and worship of the God of the Universe. Even when there is no apparent sound, your heart rising in worship is loud and anointed and undeniable. I am still waiting for you to go public with the song that is rising. Sing, O Daughter of the Living God. Lead the people in the song of the Lord for His delight, His acclaim.” We are blessed that you have shared your voice!.
The first year of my blogging, I got to tell her story. And I got to publicly tell her this: “I am so pleased with you, Stormie – who God has created you to be, and how you are dying to self to become that woman.”
Can’t believe how blessed we were the day you were born. Treasure. You are a wonderful person. You are a loving sister and aunt and friend and such an honoring daughter. You were the grand finale for dad and I, the crescendo, the flourish, the signing-on-the-dotted-line
You are peacemaker, compassion, mercy, avid reader, movie critic and are truly good-hearted, like your dad. You are colorful, a songtress, thoughtful writer, sharp-witted and wry, a gentler version of me. I see us in you. But you, the amazing person you are, you are in us, too. We are better people for you in our lives.
I see my pretty baby. I see the little munchkin {“Be-member, mommy, we like to schnuggle“} and I see the gorgeous woman you are, inside and out. I see God in you.
