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.

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.

Fall: the first reminder that we don’t live in a bubble oppressed by heat. It’s as if 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.