Wrinkles cover my blouse. I don’t own an iron. Sometimes my straighter
will suffice… at least for super important events, like weddings and funerals.
I can never sleep in on the weekends.
But my body rejects the alarm that buzzes
through my iphone dock during the week... a mystery I will never understand.
Six a.m. traffic lights look like Christmas if you squint
your eyes just right. You can also make interesting designs out of hideous
office carpets. I’ll generalize all office carpet as hideous until I’m proven
otherwise.
The magic moment where I’m tucked in the crook of your arm,
my toes are warm under your thigh, and my curls bounce on your chest because of
your laughter…. that moment is the one I look forward to as I write this.
My siblings. So sweet. Adulthood pulls me away from them.
Calling me to forget the games we once played, but I’ll always fight back; because
if it wasn't for the grace that pours over families, life wouldn't be anything.
I’ll fight for your toothless smile, your dress-up chest, and Lego set. Before
sleep falls, I remember your constant need for my arm, and I’ll put a pillow in
place of where your memory lays.
It’s hard to keep up with nail polish. I know this is a
first-world problem. But in the words of a wise Dr., "a problem is a problem, no
matter how small." (or something like that). You would think that someone would
figure out a better formula for nail polish. It’s only a thought. I try not to
dwell on thoughts like these very often. These thoughts are most definitely a waste of time.
Fall: the first reminder that we don’t live in a bubble
oppressed by heat. It’s as if the rush of heaven falls from the sky. It
makes me want to dance. And sometimes I find myself smelling the air. I think
my dog thinks I finally understand what this smelling thing is all about. Maybe
I do.
Simple joys. peppermint syrup. scrapbooks. warmth from your
body. chalk. honey suckles. fire place. christmas boxes. cookies. hot tea at
work. giving. serving. taking a walk with Jesus.
