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airplanes in a sky of hot air balloons



All wrongs forgotten & all vengeance made right.
Suffering verbs put to sleep inthe night.
Future descending like a bright chandelier

exactly a week away from our two month anniversary.
it's strange to think that it's been that long.
it's strange to think that it's been that short.

never were a couple so immersed in blessing.
our people gave so much in joy, words and material.

now i'm a wife.
i wake up early and crack open eyes and eggs.
laugh and cry and apologize and forgive.

it's a marriage.

this coming year is one of terrifying hope.
i will do some of the most foolish acts,
i will be acquitted in grace of them.
great responsibilities laced in enormous privileges.

the truth is 2010 was the happiest of my life.
most of that grade dependent on the last month of the year.



brink of giving all i am

I will greatly rejoice in the LORD,

my soul shall be joyful in my God;

for He has clothed me with the garments of salvation,

He has covered me with the robe of righteousness,

as a bridegroom decks himself with ornaments,

and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.

I get to speak these words this weekend...
in three short days

I will be a bride

to a man who has given a heart of sacrifice
an arm of diligence
a mouth of kindness

I rejoice
I joy
I murmur thanksgiving under every breath


thoughts on a home day

apparently i've been out of the house too much...
one morning at home is all kinds of weird.

some editoral notes on my family

amazing how loving people become when one of the crew is leaving. Mercy is off to Summer Sanctus and there was much hugging. when Papa does his ballerina skip thingy toward you it's a clear indication of suppressed melancholy. i miss her just because she isn't easily accessible.

Papa was teaching Caleb (a friend's 2yold boy we routinely watch) to sing "Wanted Dead or Alive" by Bon Jovi... really now?

do you attain territoral insticts when engaged? like onto nesting for maternity? it's no secret that my wardrobe is somehow a sister free-for-all... but at least have the decency of pretending you aren't stealing my clothes. what i don't see is much easier to be chill about. *glare* iloveyouvangieandmercyokay.

Dodie watches The Great Escape. this explains a lot.


in other news;
date tonight with my Goodman.
kinda thrilled beyond measure.
this is a rare situation people.
i did infact google "cute first date outfits"