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Twelve years of adventure.
When we met at a party in his dorm room he made a big deal out of getting me a beer, obnoxiously and dramatically pushing people out of the way so he could get to the mini fridge. I didn’t think much of him at first with his long blond hair and jokes until the one night everyone left and we sat on a crappy futon talking for hours. ———————————– It was fall and we were at a backyard soiree near our sophomore dorm. He pulled a promise ring out of his pocket and we knew that forever was on the horizon. ———————————– We secretly looked at apartments together, knowing in Athens…
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Love, self-awareness & Craigslist.
The other night while lying next to Brad I remembered one of my first moments of self-awareness. I recall playing in the field near our crick (hello, I’m Appalachian and a crick is a small creek) thinking about how I could have been born anything, a frog or a butterfly perhaps, but I was born a human. Not only that but I was born a specific human to a specific family with a specific set of emotions, feelings and interests. This is a little mind blowing as a kid, but also interesting to think about the possibilities. What if I had been born a frog? What if I had been…
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Construction Scenes pt. III
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The smell of life.
The boys are outside and Winnie just started crying in her room. I’m neglecting the chores, deciding instead that I will embrace this quiet moment to write. Naturally, my quiet moment has now been interrupted by the aforementioned crying baby and the middle boy coming in yelling at the top of his lungs for me. The door has again been left open, leaving our kitchen a safe haven for the flies. A drink of milk and 10 minutes of rocking later, I sit here again in the quiet. The air conditioner is running, but it smells like a dead mouse is trapped somewhere in the duct. A reminder that our…
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Life.
Not a lot of time for writing, but at least we have photos. Life has been full. Full of late nights building rooms, paying bills, dreaming and worrying, my birthday, music on the patio, a (super) mini vacation, witnessing public prayer, swimming and holding babies. I take pictures because they remind me of the good.
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Four.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. -Lord Byron
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Spark
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The fourth.
So, friends, every day do something that won’t compute. Love the Lord. Love the world. Work for nothing. Take all that you have and be poor. Love someone who does not deserve it. Denounce the government and embrace the flag. Hope to live in that free republic for which it stands. Give your approval to all you cannot understand. Praise ignorance, for what man has not encountered he has not destroyed. -Wendell Berry
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Three months.
Our time with Winnie has been filled with joy and light. Her smile is infectious and her brothers adore her everyday. When she catches sight of one of them across the room she immediately bursts forth into a gummy grin and talks back to them when they chat with her. She dislikes the car which makes me thankful that we don’t have any time for a vacation this summer. Winnie sleeps well for a 3 month old, and now that Sol is actually going to sleep by himself at a reasonable hour Brad and I have some alone time in the evenings. A small miracle in itself. With every child…
