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Sunday, February 10, 2013
LOVE Quilt
The latest, fun, quilting project - a "LOVE" Valentine's Day project!
Disclaimer: This ended up on the blog solely so I can get it on Pinterest. Please don't have any high hopes of this blog being updated again anytime soon.
Disclaimer: This ended up on the blog solely so I can get it on Pinterest. Please don't have any high hopes of this blog being updated again anytime soon.
Saturday, September 01, 2012
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Don't know if you know...
... how completely I care about you.
... how quickly you can put me in an emotional tailspin.
... how much it hurts when you let me down. Even (especially) when you don't realize it.
... how good a no-holding-back cry feels. Especially when done in a hot shower.
I do think you know how much I worry about you.
I wish I could have a hug like I used to get them. Because that often does a lot to make the bad stuff better.
I wish we could laugh like we used to. Because you're really good at making me smile.
I wish we could talk, about stupid stuff, about serious stuff, about any stuff like we used to.
I miss you.
... how quickly you can put me in an emotional tailspin.
... how much it hurts when you let me down. Even (especially) when you don't realize it.
... how good a no-holding-back cry feels. Especially when done in a hot shower.
I do think you know how much I worry about you.
I wish I could have a hug like I used to get them. Because that often does a lot to make the bad stuff better.
I wish we could laugh like we used to. Because you're really good at making me smile.
I wish we could talk, about stupid stuff, about serious stuff, about any stuff like we used to.
I miss you.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Friday, August 06, 2010
Bless You
Your voice cut through the noise of the market from half a block away. I heard your hands clapping, keeping time. I heard your soulful voice, singing the words of a song I sang as a child. But the joy I heard behind it gave it so much more meaning. I walked further, looked across the street, and saw you smile. And it brought the song to life so much more.
I walked across the street, meaning to just drop a couple bucks in the cup at your feet, and the smile grew on my face as I urged myself to hold it together, but could feel the tears forming in the back of my eyes. I got closer, and saw your smile grow even bigger, as you shook your head ever so slightly, while you kept singing, and you spread your arms out. You reached out to hug me, a complete stranger.
You, a later middle-aged man, who appeared a little down on your luck, but seemingly with more heart and peace than so many others.
Me a younger woman who just an hour earlier was talking about how lucky I am by the worlds standards.
Two strangers, meeting on a corner, drawn together by the words of a simple song.
You sang, “He’s got the whole world, in His hands…He’s got the brothers and the sisters, in His hands…”
In the instant you smiled at me, broke from singing for just a second, put your arms around me, and said to me “Bless you, sister,” I truly felt like I was in His hands. The perspective and joy you gave me in that moment is worth worlds more than the small amount of money I placed in the cup at your feet.
I turned to walk away, with tears now rolling down my face. Changed.
Thank you, brother. Bless YOU.
I walked across the street, meaning to just drop a couple bucks in the cup at your feet, and the smile grew on my face as I urged myself to hold it together, but could feel the tears forming in the back of my eyes. I got closer, and saw your smile grow even bigger, as you shook your head ever so slightly, while you kept singing, and you spread your arms out. You reached out to hug me, a complete stranger.
You, a later middle-aged man, who appeared a little down on your luck, but seemingly with more heart and peace than so many others.
Me a younger woman who just an hour earlier was talking about how lucky I am by the worlds standards.
Two strangers, meeting on a corner, drawn together by the words of a simple song.
You sang, “He’s got the whole world, in His hands…He’s got the brothers and the sisters, in His hands…”
In the instant you smiled at me, broke from singing for just a second, put your arms around me, and said to me “Bless you, sister,” I truly felt like I was in His hands. The perspective and joy you gave me in that moment is worth worlds more than the small amount of money I placed in the cup at your feet.
I turned to walk away, with tears now rolling down my face. Changed.
Thank you, brother. Bless YOU.
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Reason #47....
The concept of "best friend" seems to disappear from spoken vocabulary around the age of 19... but it hasn't left the way I feel.
Mine gave me reason #47 (no I didn't count - just estimating) that I love having her in my life yesterday. I got a picture text from her (and if I had a phone with that new-fangled technology that would let me download the picture to my computer you could see it), of a kind of rough looking upholstered chair, asking "How hard would this be to reupholster? It's only $5!" After a phone call and a couple more texts telling her it might be tough, but it would be fun, she came back with "I got it for $1! I'm so excited!" Shortly followed by "I love that I have a friend like you who entertains me with these projects."
I love that too.
And another reason I love her...
She let's me be a part of this sweet girl's life.
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