Friday, July 30, 2010
Love is.
When you love someone, you love them. Thats it...
Because heres the thing; Love knows no distance. Love doesnt know how dark and cold the night is... it doesnt know how far the drive is. Its not aware of how many times you've been hurt, or keep a recollection of wrongs that the other has done. It has no idea how sleep deprived you are right now, and how taking care of this person makes your patience for the rest of the world that much smaller . It doesnt know that your left arm is asleep and you want so bad to move it because its tingling and its numb... but their asleep on your shoulder so your just going to deal with it.
Love doesnt know all this because it doesnt care... All love knows is that theres this one other heart that without, you dont know who you are anymore. It knows that without this person, your not sure if theres a reason your breathing at all. It knows that when you fall asleep next to this person, you cant wait to wake up again and see that their still there... Thats what love is.
1 Corinthians 13; 4
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.Love never fails
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Letters to my mother.
If i could write a letter to my mother..
I would apologize for stretching her woman parts to be the size of a watermelon. It sounds like pretty painful process, one that i hope someday i will have the immense...pleasure - of enduring.
I would also like to say i'm sorry for every time i slammed my door, or stomped up the stairs or hung up without saying "goodbye" or "i love you".
I would tell her that I didnt mean to be so hateful at 15, when she wouldnt let me stay out past ten o'clock. Or that when she and my father divorced i'm sorry for all those times i didnt stay with her.
Next i would tell her whats changed since she moved away. Day to day when we speak nothing feels different, but when you look back everything has changed. I would want to explain why i drive the long way home from work or Where the scar on left thumb came from. I would want her to see that i still sleep with the blanket she made me when i was 9, and that when its cold i sleep in her big old sweater.
Last, i would thank her. First for giving me her eyes... and sarcastically for her pin straight hair. For teaching me to ride my bicycle when i was 5. For laughing with me when no else thinks i'm funny. And finally for reminding me that every one is beautiful and every dream is achievable...
I would apologize for stretching her woman parts to be the size of a watermelon. It sounds like pretty painful process, one that i hope someday i will have the immense...pleasure - of enduring.
I would also like to say i'm sorry for every time i slammed my door, or stomped up the stairs or hung up without saying "goodbye" or "i love you".
I would tell her that I didnt mean to be so hateful at 15, when she wouldnt let me stay out past ten o'clock. Or that when she and my father divorced i'm sorry for all those times i didnt stay with her.
Next i would tell her whats changed since she moved away. Day to day when we speak nothing feels different, but when you look back everything has changed. I would want to explain why i drive the long way home from work or Where the scar on left thumb came from. I would want her to see that i still sleep with the blanket she made me when i was 9, and that when its cold i sleep in her big old sweater.
Last, i would thank her. First for giving me her eyes... and sarcastically for her pin straight hair. For teaching me to ride my bicycle when i was 5. For laughing with me when no else thinks i'm funny. And finally for reminding me that every one is beautiful and every dream is achievable...
I miss my mommy today.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Heart sick.
You know that moment that everyone talks about when something "Just Happens". I never thought things just "happened"... i thought people knew exactly what they were getting into. I thought they always had an intention. I thought...but i didnt know.
Saturday i learned things really do just "happen". Things one couldnt begin to fathom in a million years. i'm excited and terrified about what all this means. I know that right now neither of us are making these conscious decisions but i hope your with me when i say i want this too.
maybe you and i wont last, but right now i think we fit pretty well together and i hope your thinking the same thing.
Saturday i learned things really do just "happen". Things one couldnt begin to fathom in a million years. i'm excited and terrified about what all this means. I know that right now neither of us are making these conscious decisions but i hope your with me when i say i want this too.
maybe you and i wont last, but right now i think we fit pretty well together and i hope your thinking the same thing.
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