A Few Things I Love....

* The sound of my dad on the phone with his twin brother.  

* The sense of comfort I feel every time I see the rear bumper of my mom's silver Santa Fe as the garage door opens and I pull into my driveway.

* Laughing uncontrollably with Allie (usually after reminiscing about her random fall in the middle of our kitchen floor while standing around visiting with company).

* Experiencing the bits and pieces of joy Garrett seems to gather from spending hours upon hours fishing.

* Fall leaves.  

* Looking at new pictures of the precious 1 year old known as Caleb Patrick.  I've decided I'm just going to refer to him as my nephew.  

* Talking about the kiddos I worked with this summer.

* The question game. 

Running Shoes

I began working at a running/biking/yoga store, that my lovely aunt and uncle own, a few weeks ago.  I was starting to feel a little dumb for not catching on to all the info surrounding running shoes (who know there is so much to know - we sure like to complicate things that once started off as rather simple) but today was different.  While I didn't miraculously learn everything a girl could know about such shoes, I did SELL TWO PAIRS TODAY!!  I fumbled through some of the information, but you know what?  Two people (who didn't even come into the store looking for shoes in the first place) left with some pretty comfy, stylish (as stylish as running shoes can be), and QUALITY kicks.  


I can sleep well tonight.   

Blessed

Someone very dear to my heart shared this quote from the book Calla Lily, written by Rebecca Wells, with me once...

"And at that moment I realized that I had two sisters so strong that I would never be crushed by even the deepest darkness."  

I understand those words.  

So well.

and I pray that everyone has one or two strong sisters or brothers in their life as well.  What a lonely life it would be without them.  

Some starting thoughts....

I need to think of a title for my blog.  I am currently writing my first blog entry into a word document because I don’t know what to call my space here on the internet and it feels as though once you choose a title, its rather permanent.  I’m actually a bit surprised that I’ve recently felt a strong desire to start this whole blog thing.  I have always thought of them as a little narcissistic.  But before any of you avid bloggers get offended, let me clarify.  I so enjoy reading OTHER people’s words, but could just never picture myself getting on board because who would really want to read MY words?  I’ve since reconciled my hesitations by deciding that blogging is something just for me.  I’m not going to let it become something that I make myself do out of some imaginary obligation that I’ve created in my mind.  It won’t end up being just another thing that I constantly second guess.  If I feel like writing, I will write.  If I feel like aborting this project before it even actually begins (seeing as I don’t even officially have a blog, yet) and it becomes just another idea that I never followed through with, so be it.  I need to start letting things go more easily.  Loosen my death grip on what feels like every little aspect of my life.   

Today I learned that the reason one of my middle school students was out sick for the past week and a half was because she has/had mono.  My brain started making connections between the student, my sore/swollen throat that hasn’t disappeared for two weeks and always feeling like I could use more sleep.  I guess only time will tell whether or not those connections are good ones to make.  You’ll have to wait in anticipation with me to find out…..