Friday, March 29, 2013

It's Friday, but Sunday's Coming

"Do not abandon yourselves to despair.  We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song."  ~Pope John Paul II


For every Friday -- every struggle, every tear, every defeat, every painful moment, every fear, all that seems hopeless -- remember, a Sunday is coming!



Wishing you all a blessed Good Friday and a Happy Easter!

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Letters to Mr. Right: Letter # 19

“I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough..” ~ Nicholas SparksThe Notebook

Dear Mr. Right,

Last week I saw a couple walk into a restaurant.  He shuffled ahead to open the door, she slowly entered pushing a silver walker.  His hair was gone, hers was grey.  He gently put his hand on her back and he pulled out her chair when she sat down.  He took his hat off at the table and stood when she got up to use the restroom.  She wore a flowered skirt and shoes with elastic straps and called the waiter "sonny."  They shared a slice of pie.  Apple, I suspect.

And he took her wrinkled hand in his and they sat.  Together.  Without needing to speak a word.
Photo by me - Uncle Tom - 2011
I'll take that in 50 years.  Or sooner.

Waiting for that day,

Me

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

What I'm Loving Wednesday

"Maybe you'll get everything you ever wished for.  Maybe you'll get more than you ever could have imagined.  Who knows where life will take you."

1.  These girls.  All three of us are good ol' country, Eastern New Mexico girls who have somehow managed to get ourselves stuck in the big city.  Fortunately, it's nothing a little Red Dirt music can't fix.
Out and about for Pharmer Girl's birthday

2.  The NCAA Tournament.  Don't get me wrong here, I'm still irate over the fact that Oklahoma State and UNM sucked it up big time.  And that my bracket is totally hosed.  But as someone who always loves cheering for the underdog, this is my year to love March Madness!  I'm all about Florida Gulf Coast.  They are awesome!

3.  My friend Almost Gypsy Soul.  Do you know what that girl did?  Mailed me 5--count them FIVE--Red Dirt cds.  Yep.  I'm in heaven.  And have not turned off the cd player since they arrived.  And they got here just in time for my upcoming road trip to the new home.  She has cemented favorite friend status for the week.  Maybe the year.  They are that good!

4.  Speaking of music, I'm in love with this song that my blog friend Brianna posted.  Seriously adorable.

"I'm looking for a yes ma'am man, open up the doors, shake my daddy's hand, shootin' 22s at an old tin can, never been ashamed of his two-toned farmer's tan. I'm looking for old tailgate, take me out fishing on our first date, dancing in the kitchen to old George Strait, heart as big as the lone star state."

Amen to that.  And the video of them dancing in the kitchen?  Melt my heart.  Love it.



5.  The quote below from Kid President.  You tell 'em kid!

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Transformation Tuesday: College Roomie

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.” ~ Jane AustenNorthanger Abbey

People on Facebook were doing something cool last week called Transformation Tuesday where they would post a comparison picture of themselves in high school with a picture of themselves now.  When I started looking for pictures of me, I realized that most of them involved my friends.  As I've transformed over time, I've been blessed with several friendships that have transformed right along with me.  There is nothing like a friendship that's lasted decades!

And, so, I thought I'd do a little blog series over the next couple of weeks and share with you some of my long term friends and how we, and our friendships, have transformed over the years.


We'll kick things off with College Roomie.
OSU football game 2003 / Bart Crow concert 2013
Back in 2003 I moved into a dorm room in the basement of Bennett Hall with a quiet girl from back home who I would have only called an acquaintance.  We really couldn't have been more different.  She's quiet and contemplative, I'm loud and overwhelming.  Her perfect Saturday is reading a book and drinking tea, I opt for screaming at a football game and dancing at a bar.  She eats tuna for breakfast, a habit that I had to shut down because it made me nauseous.    But despite this, after three years, I left Stillwater with a new best friend.  

Seven years after that, we may not live together anymore, but the best friend part has not changed.  We've literally been through the best and worst times of our lives together.  We've been there to weep when horrible phone calls have come, stood next to each other in caps in gowns, and have celebrated a shiny new ring on a very important finger.  We made it through crop science tests and crazy nights at IHOP, and her threatening to sneak out of the house on me.  We survived being separated for a year when she went to China (and totally didn't tell me she was doing that!), burned popcorn, and periodically thinking we were falling for the same boy. 

I thank God on a daily basis for the fact that while we have transformed over the last 10 years, our friendship has transformed right along with us.  (I am also thankful for the fact that time has been good to us in the looks department...no wonder we didn't find our husbands in college!)




Monday, March 25, 2013

Meet the Cast Monday #43: Cousin Kevin's Accountant

You all remember Cousin Kevin?  Well today you are meeting his accountant (she's totally not an accountant but my little cousin coined the accountant title and it stuck!)  She's hilarious, takes zero crap from Cousin Kevin, and has a fudge company that is growing like gang busters.  And she does awesome things like jumping off of the Stratosphere in Vegas.  You all want to be friends with this lady for sure.  


Meet Cousin Kevin's Accountant.


You grew up in small town NM and now live in a big city--what's the best and worst part of that?
Best:  Not running into anyone you know at Wal Mart. 
Worst:  Not running into anyone you know at Wal Mart.  {Love it!}


Seriously ..
Best:  Anything you want or need can be found within a 30 mile radius.
Worst:  My kids driving on Interstates and Highways on a regular basis.

Favorite song?
NEW:  Wave On Wave by Pat Green

OLD:  El Paso by Marty Robbins
Tell us a funny story about Cousin Kevin.
Well this is hard to narrow down . . one day Kevin and I pulled into a gas station.  He got out and started fueling up his truck.  I got out of the truck and noticed a nice African American woman fueling up her car on the other side.  I proceeded to walk across the parking lot to go into the convenience store and turned around and yelled to Kevin “do you want anything?” to which Kevin yelled back “Coffee – BLACK – Like I like my women”.  Ya .. he did that.  {He is always doing things like this.  I thought she might tell about the time we were all at BWW after the mud run and the waitress said that Cousin Kevin's Accountant looked familiar, to which he responded "yea, she's a porn star."}


 You've built several businesses, give us your best piece of business advice.
Hire employees that started working when they were a teenager.  In most cases, these individuals are hardworking, reliable and responsible.
Always trust your gut!

If you could go back and relive one day, what would that be?
My favorite question.  If I could go back and relive a day and make a change it would be the day I agreed to make fudge for VSM.  If it is to go back and relive a day exactly as it were . . it would be any day that my kids were babies.  It is so hard to remember those days.  They went by way to fast.

Where is the best place you have ever visited?
Ground Zero – that place makes you remember what is important in life.

Did you ever think you'd own a fudge company?
NEVER.  I have always loved fudge but never in a million years did I think I would be trying to make a living with it.  {Their fudge is seriously AMAZING.  Check it out here.}

I'm always curious what people who come in from "the outside" think of our crazy family.  You've now met everyone...be honest...what were your initial thoughts?
“Oh my God, are me and Kevin related?”  Your family is so much like mine.  I think it is why you are all so easy to love.  {God bless her for having to deal with two sets of us if this is true!}

What is one (or more) item(s) on your bucket list?
She already checked off jumping off the Stratosphere

Bora Bora ;-)  {I'm still standing by...}
 Ride in an F-16 or any type of fighter jet.
Ride in a hot air balloon.
Karaoke  {I know or a fact this happens on a weekly basis in your town....how have you not checked this off?  We're doing this when I move there!}

Friday, March 22, 2013

Soul Food Friday

"This is a place where grandmothers hold babies on their laps under the stars and whisper in their ears that the lights in the sky are holes in the floor of heaven. This is a place where the song 'Jesus Loves Me' has rocked generations to sleep, and heaven is not a concept, but a destination." ~Rick Bragg

My friend Almost Gypsy Soul has started a brand new link up called Soul Food Friday.  At first, I thought we'd be blogging about our favorite soul foods (for the record, I'd pick macaroni and cheese and hoe cakes ala Ski Trip Jerry), but turns out the idea is to blog about something that feeds your soul.  Whatever it is that motivates you or makes you excited about life or soothes the soul.


So for this very first Soul Food Friday, I've decided to blog about my favorite place.  Home.  There is nowhere in the world that I like better. 


I know that it's in the middle of nowhere, that it's dry and dusty and don't even get me started on the wind.  There's no Wal-Mart within 90 miles, you can't buy bagels here, and you can't even learn to drive in my hometown because there are no stop lights at which to practice.  But there are so many things that we have that you can't find other places.

You won't find better people--they don't just know the definition of neighbor and family--they live it.  And in other places you won't find a tree row planted by my dad, uncle and grandpa.  You won't find the remnants of the manure pile where we played king of the mountain, the irrigation ditches where we swam as little kids, or see the old evergreen that held our childhood tree house.  Other places don't have the perfect spot to watch the Fourth of July fireworks over the lake, or the pasture where we must have walked 10 years worth of pigs 500 miles, or the windmill with the sweetest water.  Nowhere holds the sidewalk where I broke my tailbone or the lane where I busted my nose, or the hay field where Little Brother and I cut hay with broken hearts the day after my grandma died. 








There is nowhere else in the world that can feed--and heal--my soul like home.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

A Little Motivation for Your Thursday

First off, can we please stop and take a minute to celebrate that the NCAA Tournament starts today?  In my mind, it's a national holiday.  Non-stop college basketball for the next four days, and then great games continuing over the next two weeks?  PLUS, my Pokes are FINALLY back in the dance?  Well this girl pretty much could not be happier.

That's not true, I could be happier if this guy was still our coach!

Now, moving on, I thought that I'd provide a little motivation for your Thursday.

1.  In honor of the NCAA Tourney, I wanted to share this quote from coach Tim Larranaga back in 2006 when George Mason (an 11 seed) made the Final Four.  I loved this quote then and have never forgotten it!   "When you dream, do you dream about playing great against an average team? Hell no! When you dream, you dream about playing your best against the best. You dream about playing your best with your teammates." 

2.  My blog friend Katy wrote about things she does that help her to be happy.  One of her items was the knowledge that she only has to make it until bedtime, because God's mercies are new each morning.  I love this concept.  No matter how stressful or crazy or painful the day is, we just have to make it until bedtime.

3.  I read this quote by St. Therese of Lisieux that I absolutely fell in love with.  Like I may need to get it tattooed on my hand so I can see it every day.  "Enjoy with peace the joy God is giving you without worrying about the future."  Amen.  This worrier needs to remember this!

4.  Have you heard the story of how Pope Francis chose the name Francis?  I just love this guy.



5.  My friend Dr. Kyra closed an email to me yesterday with this little gem:  All is well, and what's not well is a good story!  I seriously feel like this should be everyone's outlook on life.  And I thinks he should write a book, but she fears the secret service or Navy Seals or something might come after her.  But that's another blog for another day. 

6.  And lastly, have you guys seen the video that a high school senior made asking Kate Upton to the prom?


The best part?  She called in when he was on the Today Show and said that she is going to check her schedule and try to go.  If she comes, he's going to try and get his curfew extended.  This is what happens when you dream big, kids.  You might end up taking a super model to the prom.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Go Lady Horns!

“You're never given a dream without also being given the power to make it true.”  ~ Richard Bach

Last weekend I watched a group of girls from Logan High School win the 2013 State Basketball Tournament. This just a year after our boys won state last year.

I couldn't have been happier for them.  No Logan girls team had won that banner since 1980.  The last time we had been in a state semi-final was my senior year, when these girls were in kindergarten.  I know all the years--all the hours of practice, all the suicides ran, all the free throws taken, all the plays practiced, all the blood, sweat and tears--that went into getting that trophy home.  We all know.  And that's why the whole town packed The Pit on Saturday to be part of this.  I loved cheering these girls on this year and I'm proud to be a Longhorn! 



And because I'm a bit competitive, I may have made a bet with my dear friend Pharmer Girl, who happens to be a Melrose High School alum, the team that my girls beat on Saturday.  To see the results of my winning that bet, go to her blog here.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

The Grateful Outweighs the Painful

“When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.” 
~John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

Sometimes it hits me like a brick wall.  That feeling in the pit of my stomach.   The one that causes tears to well up in my eyes.  Whether it has been 1 year or 10, it can sneak up on me out of nowhere.  Sometimes it's a certain cologne, sometimes a glass of orange juice, and sometimes it's nothing specific at all.  But it comes.  The realization that they are gone. The reminder that I'll never again hear their voices on this earth.  The knowledge that I can't ask them one more question, or hear one more laugh, or get one more hug.  And it's painful.

But, then, a second feeling inevitably floods in. The one of gratefulness.  That they lived.  That I got a chance to love them.  They they had an impact on my life.  And that if I'm doing anything right, some little piece of them shows through me.

The hero of an ag teacher, the best grandma you could imagine, the little blonde headed kid. My first valentine, my childhood friends, my brother's best friend. Uncle David, my friend's sweet brother, Santa with the southern accent.  The girl with the swagger and pink boots


And, in the end, the grateful outweighs the painful.  Every time. 

Monday, March 18, 2013

Meet the Cast Monday #42: The Godfather

Today you all get to meet my friend, The Godfather.  Obviously he must be a cool guy to get a blog nickname like that.  Well he is cool, and I remember him being nice to me when he was a senior and I was just a freshman, so I owe him one, hints the awesome name.  He's great--pretty much brilliant, hilarious, and has two of the absolute cutest little boys that you have ever seen.  I'm so glad that Coach A chose us to be Godparents to Gbaby just because it has let me get to know him better.  With that intro...

Meet The Godfather




Your kids are hilarious, pick the funniest thing that each of them has said.

This was a very difficult question, so I narrowed it down by only judging between things I have written on Facebook.  So here are the winning entries.


Liam (5):

So on the way to school one morning, Aidan looked out the window and saw the shadow of our car. He excitedly yelled, "Dad, we are racing our shadow!" Liam turned to him, and with no smile on his face, said, "And His name is Death." I think he wins the profound statement award for the day.

Aidan (7):

Yesterday I asked Aidan what he was learning about in school, and he told me they were discussing civil rights.  He then went on to say, “If Martin Luther King had never been born, I’d hardly ever get to see Grandpa.”  When I asked him what the hell he was talking about, he said, “Well, he is black.”  For those of you who don’t know, my family is very white.

Aidan (consolation winner for making me cry):

My five year old just asked me, "Why don't some kids have dads?" When I replied that bad things happen to some dads, and others just don't want to be dads anymore, he responded back, "When I'm big, I'll be their dad if they want me to." I had to stop the car -- Aidan is awesome.  {I'd say their dad is doing something right with these kids!}

We know that To Kill a Mockingbird is not good dinner date conversation, so what book should a girl bring up?  {Let me give you the background on this.  He went on a date a while back with a girl and she talked a lot about how much she loved literature.  He asked her to talk about a book and she chose To Kill a Mockingbird.  He and I both took this to mean that she probably hadn't actually read anything since she read that in high school.  Needless to say, the relationship never got off the ground. I believe his response to my question about how the date went was as follows, "She's not pretty enough to be that dumb."}

I would recommend The Kama Sutra if you are looking to amaze and impress  {Pretty sure that his mom and my mom both read this blog and I never would have written anything about the Kama Sutra....but when you're The Godfather you just do what you want}; however, if you are looking for more conversation, I say go with something semi-literary that has been recently been made into a movie.  Life of Pi would be a good choice.

What's the best advice you've ever gotten?

I don’t know if my dad remembers it, but when I was very small, I asked him why he said ma’am and sir to people we didn't know.  He said that everyone deserves to be treated with politeness but not everyone deserves respect. I am slightly paraphrasing here, but I never forgot what he said, and it has had a significant influence on how I have treated others throughout my life.  Politeness and respect are not the same thing, but few people recognize the difference when they are spoken to.

Tell us your big news (and how it happened).

So I had this elaborate scenario all planned out where we would go on a hike/picnic to where I carved our initials in a tree with a heart around them.  I was going to carve “Marry me?” under the heart and propose there, but we were having such a nice weekend together, and I had the ring in the next room; I couldn't resist, so I just proposed right there in my house.  I think I get some credit for spontaneity, but really it just proves I have no patience.  {I'm pretty sure when a girl is handed a shiny ring she cares not about patience whatsoever!}

What's the best part of being  a teacher?

I know everyone says all the time off must be great, and it is, but it’s not even close to being the best thing.  I have the opportunity to experience real change in the lives around me. I get to be there when a student realizes his or her worth for the first time.  I get to see understanding happen.  I can sum it better in the words of my older son.  Aidan asked me one day for a toy his friend at school had, and when I said I would have to see how expensive it was, he cut me off and finished my sentence with "because we don't have a lot of money." This made me feel like crap, but before I could respond, he said, "But Dad, you help people." He paused for a few seconds, then he said, "I don't want money; I want to help people," and I couldn't say a thing.  That is the best part of teaching.  {Absolutely love this.}

Five traits you hope your boys end up possessing when they're adults?

(1) I want my boys to be confident in themselves, no matter the situation. (2) I want them to be kind, even when they don’t have any reason to be. (3) I want them believe in the GOOD, no matter what form they choose for it to take. (4) I hope they find that some things are worth hard work. (5) I want them to hold on to the same childish wonder that has kept me happy when everyone around me seems so caught up in worry.  {I seriously think he should write a parenting book.}


If you could go back and relive one day of your life, what day would you choose?

The days that I’d like to relive are beyond number, not because I have regrets, but because I have had so many truly excellent days.  I suppose if I had to pick just one, I would tell you about the time I shot a pigeon out of our neighbor’s barn.  I have idolized my father from a very young age, and I have always felt I lack so many of the qualities I admire in him: one of those qualities is his ease in the outdoors.  When I was six, my dad and mom bought bb guns for my brother and me.  We lived in the country, right by a bird refuge in Alamosa, Colorado.  Just down the street was an old red barn that was inhabited by unbelievably huge pigeons. I asked my dad if I could try and shoot one of those pigeons with my gun.  He laughed and told me there was no way I could kill such a large bird with my little gun.  So one afternoon I took my child size bike and my child size gun and I drove over to the barn.  I took aim at one of the monstrosities, pulled the trigger, and watched the grey behemoth fall to the barn floor.  I have few memories that compare to that bike ride back to the house, holding my gun in one hand and tucking the bird under my other arm.  No gold medal Olympian has returned home with more pride than I had when I showed my father the prize that proved that for once I could do what he said could not be done.

Confirm that we are the coolest Godparents ever.
There can be no doubt that we are the greatest Godparents a child could possibly have.  I say this not just to stroke my own swelling ego, but because I truly believe it.  Beyond just being awesome people {which we obviously are!}, between the two of us, we can present a spectrum of advice on spirituality that few other children will experience in their entire lives. I have great respect for your faith and your open devotion to Christianity.  Taylor will be well served by your stalwart example.  My faith is on the same spectrum, just in a slightly different place.  While I think my services will be required much less often, I hope to tackle the her questions of faith beyond her church experience.  Without getting too much into the details, let me leave you with a poem (that’s right, I teach English).

 Some keep the Sabbath going to Church by Emily Dickinson

     Some keep the Sabbath going to Church –
     I keep it, staying at Home –
     With a Bobolink for a Chorister –
     And an Orchard, for a Dome –

     Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice –
     I, just wear my Wings –
     And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
     Our little Sexton – sings.

      God preaches, a noted Clergyman –
      And the sermon is never long,
      So instead of getting to Heaven, at last –
      I’m going, all along.

     {I may be a bit biased, but good selecting, Coach A!}
    

What is one (or more) item(s) on your bucket list?

My bucket list is extensive, and I don’t think I’ll accomplish most of them, but here is a sampling.

I want to skydive
 
I want to drink Guinness in Ireland, eat gelato in Italy, and enjoy pierogies in Russia  {Your bucket list has an item that revolves entirely around food and travel.  We're destined to be friends.}
I want to retire (I know everyone thinks this just happens, but I’m not quite so sure)
There are many, many more.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Throwback Thursday #62: Images of Roma

"Traveling is almost like talking with men of other centuries." ~René Descartes


I'm a self-confessed church junkie.  Whether it was skipping class and a party to watch the vigil kept outside Pope John Paul II's death bed when I was in college, or taking pictures of every church (and every cow...I'm an ag girl you know!) in Europe on my last trip, or my desire to invite Cardinal Dolan to a dinner party, it's safe to say I'm a nerd about this stuff.  So watching the Papal Conclave was something I really enjoyed.  (I'm not talking about the fact that I was in court and missed the white smoke, announcement, and introductory speech.....)

The fact that just a few years ago, I was there, my very own feet from the middle of nowhere New Mexico stood in all of these fancy, historic, important places, makes watching even cooler.  I ate gelato in the streets and lasagna in the restaurants where the journalists, reporters, pilgrims and Cardinals are spending their time.  I've taken pictures of the churches in which the Cardinals say mass.  I've stood in St. Peter's Square, where Pope Francis I addressed the people.  I've sat in the Sistine Chapel, where the Cardinals sat and from which that white smoke rose yesterday.  This gives a fun perspective on this event for me.

In honor of that, I thought I'd share a few of my favorite photos from my trip to Rome back in 2009.


The Coliseum

Beautiful side street in Rome

Pizza del Popolo


St. Peter's Bascilica

Drawing of Pope John Paul II called "The People's Pope"

St. Paul statue - Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls

St. Peter

St. Peter's Basilica surrounded by the Saints

Cousin Whitney and me entering the Bascilica


Angel statue on bridge leading to Vatican City

Me in Piazza del Popolo
Street near the Spanish Steps
Sun setting on my last night in Rome


Wednesday, March 13, 2013

What I'm Loving Wednesday

It's Wednesday.  I'm loving stuff.  You know the drill.

1.  I read this quote on The Single Woman's blog and loved it.  "If you really want to find the right one, let go of the jerks and the bad boys and start looking for men you would want to rock it with at Cracker Barrel when you are 80."  There's nothing like a good old people love story.  Or Cracker Barrel, for that matter.  I'm in.

2.  The professional pictures came in from BFF's wedding and I absolutely love this one of me and BFF eating pie during the reception.  I love that kid.

3.  Last weekend I went to take reasons at a FFA judging contest.  It was like a flashback to the good ol' days and I really enjoyed it. My favorite part was when someone referred to me as "one of Mr. Franklin's kids."  Best compliment that someone could give me.  I sure do miss him.

4.  This year was the first time that a kid took one of our lambs to Houston, and he made the sale.  We were pretty excited for him.




5.  The idea behind this blog that God wants us to fail at something.  My favorite part?  "Be more interested in my vision for you than in your dreams for yourself.  It may not look the way you think it should, and you might stumble and trip along this path.  You may fail in the eyes of men, but not in mine.  I will accomplish my purposes in you."

6.  This idea.  Made me want to build my own blanket fort.  I don't know if that would be on the "staged house" approved list from my realtor...


7.  Loud Oklahoma Girl and I are now on Week 6 of our half marathon training plan.....which means that come Saturday, we are halfway there!  On Monday night I got in a really good 6 mile run, which I needed after slacking a bit this weekend.
Us at the Tulsa Marathon doing the Marathon Relay - 2012

8.  I'm torn on whether I should be loving this or horribly offended, but yesterday I was in the elevator with a creepy guy who looked over at me and said, "Nice a**."  I said, "Excuse me??"  He just nodded and got out of the elevator.  Part of me was offended and wanted to punch him in the face.  The other part of me just wants to wear this skirt every day from now on.  Ha!

9.  The Word on Fire updates from Rome.  ND Friend works at Word on Fire and I'm seriously loving the updates that Father Barron is sending back from Rome regarding the Papal Conclave.  He keeps talking about Cardinal Dolan (who we all know I love) being a potential Pope......I hope he's not just giving me false hope!

10.  The fact that these showed up at my office yesterday.  On a random Tuesday.  For no reason. From a boy.  Other than Uncle Black Belt or BFF.  Yea.  I think that might be the first time that has ever happened.  And I like it.




Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Letters to Mr. Right: Letter # 18

"I mostly just want a life of slow-dancing in the kitchen." ~ Brunette Bombshell

Dear Mr. Right,

Sometimes, a girl looks forward to to the little things more than the big things.  At least that's true for this girl.

Forget the bouquet of flowers or the fancy jewelry or the expensive dinner.  I'll take a wink at just the right moment.  A hand on the small of my back walking into a room.   Brushing the hair out of my face.  A knowing glance across the room.  An inside joke that no one else understands.

Photo by me, Napa Valley, 2011


And if you want to do those little things and still send flowers, well I wouldn't object to that.

Waiting for that day,

Me

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