Browsing the blog archives for November, 2012.



On this day, Wedenesday, five years ago, 11-28-07,

we stumbled upon this at the park.

My thoughts?  “What a beautiful memorial.  I wonder who died here.”

My boyfriends words?  “Would you like to sit down?”

My next thoughts?  “Oh My Word!!!!  It’s for us!!??!!”

It was a good day, that Wednesday night five years ago.  I didn’t know then how Right a decision we were making.

People say opposites attract, and I’m sure there are ways we are rather opposite, but in the things that really matter. . .  I marvel sometimes how blessed we are that our values and passions and dreams SO match up.  It’s a huge gift.

This day, this 11.28, sadly, we won’t be making a trip to “the bench”.  This 11.28 we’re some 1000 miles away from each other.  I imagine the bench will still be there next week.

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The Day in Which We Attempted to Walk to Texas


It was the perfect fall afternoon that Sunday we set out on foot from our place.  We left the building behind in search of some leaves, some grass, some trees, some woods.  And a great big rock over-looking the river, the road.


We followed this sign. . .

that directed us down this path. . .

but alas, it didn’t really lead to Texas.

While the husband enjoys the scenery I stay attached to my cell phone. Am I seriously that boring?

At least I’m engaging in actual conversation here

He doesn’t claim to be a photographer at all, and he’s not really.  But I do believe that he does have some talent and some skills at capturing some decent shots.


Here’s an example:  he takes a picture, decent lighting, decent angle, decent depth.  I, in turn, take a picture and we get bad angle, over-exposed, flat, blurry picture.  I really do want to learn a thing or two, but he takes such good ones, so I just let him.

This is the point in which we had the arguement.  I was tired of walking.  He suggested a short-cut.  I was fearful of a fence in the path of the short-cut, therefore turning it into a very long back-tracking walk.

We argued.  He won.  He was right.  We were both happy.

And boy, do I love fall.



It was the best of times


There is an old Geoff Moore song “Best Days” and I think of it on the rare occasion that I have a “best day”.  Best days for me, aren’t always something too phenominal.  Most best days are pretty normal ones in which life simply feels full. . . and I feel alive.

That August weekend was best days.  That August City was best days.  It was best days because it was relaxing, encouraging.  It was best days because it stirred good things inside of me.  It was best days because of the calmness and the rest I feel in the presence of two fine ladies.

It feels like it needs a name, a label, this fine weekend. But nothing fits. No words really stick to define what this inspiring weekend was for me. This weekend. . . it doesn’t fit in a box.

The beautiful family we went to see in Atlanta

I love how my husband captures the random shot

A truly cultural experience at the Varsity

And these men, they literally talked all weekend long.  They circled up in the park while the boys played.  They walked the streets of downtown in discussion.  They sat in the living room till late, hashing.  They found tables (while we ladies shopped) and had their last chat of the weekend.

  I loved hearing their inspiring and rather deep conversations.  And at times we ladies were right in the middle of the conversations.  I learn more about myself, my beliefs, when with people such as these.

The lovely hosting couple

The Texans that we were quite delighted to meet up with in the fine city of Atlanta

And us. . .

So many words spoken, so many fun times, so much delicious eating happened around this table

Yeah, I think I could handle me one of those August “best days” again.  Thanks, Christy and Jolynn for being woman who inspire me.  And Christy, you are the most gracious hostess, ever.  I learn so much from you.