Sunday Letters

Dear Little Sebago, you were beautiful and brutal this week. I have the bruises and memories to prove it. Dear Lake House, sometimes we had far too many people in you. In fact, my bedroom just became a bed instead of a room since it was wall to wall beds. Dear Tennessee, after your convincing phone call I may just move down there with you. At the very least we need too see each other soon. Dear Best Friend, so pumped to share vacation stories and pictures with you. Dear Self, figure out where you are living next. Dear Jeff (or Fej), sorry my cousin stole your name tag and special license card in Wal Mart. I hope you still know who you are without your name tag.

Peace.

Sunday Letters

Dear Sam, I don't mind if you dance through the aisles in Wal Mart, just please try to dance in the direction we are heading. Dear Kid, last night you were snoring really loud. Instead of throwing something at you, I just went back to sleep. Dear bedroom, when over 75% of you is wall to wall beds, you cease being a bedroom and are now lovingly referred to as bed. Dear Best Friend, one word-cruise, two words- have a blast (okay thats three words)! Dear lake, one afternoon out and I have already had both elbows and one lip bleeding. I would say it was pretty successful. Dear Sequoia, you are now my favorite family car. You know why. Dear head, lets try to make this a pleasant week without any headaches.

Peace.

Sunday Letters

Dear body, you have picked a very bad time to get sick. Dear waterslides at PWL, today you gave me the roller coaster stomach drop feeling. I liked it a lot. Dear kids, I loved hearing about SC tonight at dinner. You both amaze me. Dear Tennessee, talking with you tonight was wonderful. Thanks for sharing in the ups and downs of both of our lives. Dear BK, I don't blame you for leaving tonight when the schoolwork made an appearance. Dear grad school, here we go, 10 more weeks in the trenches. Dear Best Friend, spending yesterday texting about "So You Think You Can Dance" quite possibly made my day. I think I will keep you around for a little bit longer. Dear Maine, I am pumped.

Peace.

Sunday Letters

Dear tube, I have tube burns from you. Dear pretty pretty wakeboard, sorry I had a bad run yesterday, maybe tomorrow will better. It was my fault and not yours. Dear West Branch, you were super busy today and made me a bit nervous at times. Dear arms, stop being sore from moving rocks, tearing down structures and ripping apart jungles. Sorry you took a beating yesterday. Dear last week of break, please go by slowly. Extremely slowly. Dear kids, today you left for your first missions trip and I am beyond excited for you. You two make me quite proud. Dear sugar ants, thanks for not following us back to the OH from Vieques. Dear best friend, we should talk soon. I have some things you would be interested in knowing. Dear mama, your chocolate mousse was a-ma-zing. Dear self, go to sleep. You need a nap.

Peace.

Sunday Letters

Dear big bed in my yellow room, I missed you while I was away. You are extremely comfortable even if we did get into a bit of a fight in the middle of the night. Dear tap water, I appreciate that you are free and not bottled. Dear Vieques, you are an interesting island but very worth the trip. Dear weather, why did you rain everyday while we were in Puerto Rico? Dear grad school, I am loving the break from you right now. Dear best friend, you have been married for a year and I absolutely loved this day a year ago, even with the broken air conditioner. Also, I love you. Dear books, sorry I have been so neglectful for the last few weeks but know I have loved rediscovering you this past week. Dear beach and pool, I miss you separately and together. Dear rooms, come to the OH and ride roller coasters, okay? Dear collide, you were super good tonight and have me pondering many thoughts. Dear self, enjoy this week and the good things that are coming in the next few days.

Peace.

Making a Mess

Several weeks ago (I know, I am slow) we were cleaning our artsy apartment getting ready to pack up everything we had there and move away, both starting a new chapter. In the midst of trying to clean our apartment we made a mess yet there was no other way to clean.

It is interesting when I think that in order to make things right we to weed through and find what wasn't right, what didn't fit. This is so often the case in life.

When thinking about growth, especially spiritual growth it becomes necessary to recognize the lies, the thoughts, and the actions that go against God and his word. I have not found it possible to simple know truth but to also know the lies that truth must replace. I could be wrong but I do believe that to recognize how good something is you must also have a grasp on what the complete opposite looks like. Maybe it is not necessary but I think it helps.

I love sunsets; I love the beauty and uniqueness that sunsets offer. If I were to see the sunset every night I would still find it beautiful. Sometimes though, when clouds have obscured or I have not had the opportunity to watch the sun dip below the western sky for awhile, I appreciate that sunset more when it wasn't been around, when I have only seen the opposite.

At times, I have to make a mess to put things in order.

At times, I have to recognize the lies to appreciate the truth.

At times, I have to see the opposite to appreciate the beauty.

Peace.

Sunday Letters

Dear P.R., I cannot wait to visit you come Saturday. Dear Grad School, I cannot wait to have a break from you come Friday. Dear truck, you are still very high and make me feel five when I climb up in you. Dear Sequoia, you make doing homework on long drives so much more pleasurable. Dear Kids, you and your friends were silly tonight. Dear The Killers, you were a very funny movie. Dear pretty pretty wakeboard, yesterday we were very good friends. Dear A&C, I am very excited to spend the week with you come Saturday. Dear weather, thanks for being reasonable this weekend. Dear people in the MO, I miss you.

Peace.