Sep 30, 2015 |
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I had just relearned how to eat ice cream from a cone, chocolate evidence was all over my shirt, and the laughs Nick and I shared energized our spirits as we drove home from Joe’s Dairy Bar.
Occassional sparks illuminated the fluffy, dark purple clouds and zig-zagged down through the pink sky. I slowed the car and we gawked at the gorgeousness of it all.
At home, we sat in the backyard, watching those windswept wisps fly by and listening to the magical sound of the wind chimes for the very first time. The pink sky turned periwinkle, then deep blue, and two bats’ dancing silhouettes fluttered against it.
Something bounced on the patio and Gracie was on it like the black on those bats. The toad got drooled on, but we saved him from becoming a doggie snack.
The sky darkened and something swooped into the bushes and hovered there. A hummingbird? No. A moth the size of my fist, swaying with the branches to hide from the bats.
Friday nights are for us. Movies, video games, or maybe just a snuggle chat… oh my. This was, so far, the most memorable, magical of those nights.
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Jun 19, 2015
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“It’s a bittersweet, symphony, this life…” The song plays in my head as I write this.
Everything in life can be seen as either bitter or sweet. More often, though, things can be found floating somewhere in between those extremes, on the way from one end to the other.
A cookie comes with calories. From sweet to bitter.
Running is painfully healthy. From bitter to sweet.
There is never an instance of love that is not eventually followed by loss.
Every path we take is filled with both the opportunity to succeed and the risk of failure.
For me, every opportunity seems like another fear to overcome. It’s like juggling a chocolate chip with an orange peel on my tongue.
Before spring shows its beautiful colors it has to emerge from a barren, muddy brown world flooded by winter’s tears. The beginning of spring is bitterly sweet.
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Mar 21, 2014
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Prying my eyes open in the morning is usually such a chore for me, but when I wake to a scene like this I can’t complain.
I love the first day of spring. It inspires me. It gives me hope. It makes me so effin happy that we’re finally at the end of winter’s long, miserable tunnel!
This wasn’t taken today, but it was taken in the land of eternal spring, on the day we were leaving the comfort of our guided tour group and embarking on our own adventure. I was sipping on a glass of excitement mixed with a splash of fear. It felt like a dream but I was awake.
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