However, when combined, you get Little Debbie brownies and this
"And yet, I find myself constantly at his mercy with just a smile."
I've noticed a theme in this blog where I seem to talk incessantly about love. I've got six blogs. None of the other five are as embarrassingly mushy as this one. I keep telling myself it's just a phase and I'll grow out of it.
I got a "Save the date" card from one of my friends today. We went to college together. She sent out this giant postcard covered in pictures of her and her fiance with a story about them written on the back. It was utterly adorable.
And made em immediately think "I want to be happy in life..."
But the funny thing is, I am happy. I guess I just want a variety of happy.
I'm selfish. ;)
I don't know if there's something in the air or the water or what, but four of my friends have gotten married just since November.
For the last few weeks I've had THREE bouquets sitting in vases on my stove. It was pretty funny.
I was talking to a friend today about marriage and our hopes and fears, etc and I told her I've come to the strangest conclusion recently.
I've surrendered my heart to God and decided not to worry about love anymore. In that, if I'm meant to be married, I'm content to wait for the right one and not go out and seek losers in a bar or fill out surveys on websites. But if I'm not meant to be married, it's okay. Because I've already had the greatest love of my life thus far. And even though it ended several years ago, it was still the most I've ever been in love and if that's the closest I'll ever get, I'm okay with that. Because it's not every day that you fall completely and entirely head over heels in love.
I trip and stumble over guys all the time. One friend asked me once why I bother having crushes that never go anywhere or why I'm not mad about having crushes on guys who don't like me back. She said their lack of fruition made the entire ordeal a complete waste of time. And all I could really think to say was,
imagine if every time a certain guy walked past you, he made you smile. If every time he spoke your name, you fell apart. If every time you were near him, your stomach was consumed with thousands of butterflies and you struggled to not choke in response to his casual hello. Is being that happy really waste of time because it doesn't lead to another happiness?
Why can't certain kinds of happy leave us feeling content?
But I guess we're all a little selfish that way. ;) It's embarrassing to admit but, I love the way I feel when my heart flutters and my cheeks burn.
Mainly, I want someone to cook waffles for.
I don't own a waffle iron but if I did, I'd wear dresses, dance to Bobby Darin and make every Saturday morning feel a little bit more like heaven.
I wonder if God ever gets butterflies in His stomach...
"And yet, I find myself constantly at his mercy with just a smile."
I've noticed a theme in this blog where I seem to talk incessantly about love. I've got six blogs. None of the other five are as embarrassingly mushy as this one. I keep telling myself it's just a phase and I'll grow out of it.
I got a "Save the date" card from one of my friends today. We went to college together. She sent out this giant postcard covered in pictures of her and her fiance with a story about them written on the back. It was utterly adorable.
And made em immediately think "I want to be happy in life..."
But the funny thing is, I am happy. I guess I just want a variety of happy.
I'm selfish. ;)
I don't know if there's something in the air or the water or what, but four of my friends have gotten married just since November.
For the last few weeks I've had THREE bouquets sitting in vases on my stove. It was pretty funny.
I was talking to a friend today about marriage and our hopes and fears, etc and I told her I've come to the strangest conclusion recently.
I've surrendered my heart to God and decided not to worry about love anymore. In that, if I'm meant to be married, I'm content to wait for the right one and not go out and seek losers in a bar or fill out surveys on websites. But if I'm not meant to be married, it's okay. Because I've already had the greatest love of my life thus far. And even though it ended several years ago, it was still the most I've ever been in love and if that's the closest I'll ever get, I'm okay with that. Because it's not every day that you fall completely and entirely head over heels in love.
I trip and stumble over guys all the time. One friend asked me once why I bother having crushes that never go anywhere or why I'm not mad about having crushes on guys who don't like me back. She said their lack of fruition made the entire ordeal a complete waste of time. And all I could really think to say was,
imagine if every time a certain guy walked past you, he made you smile. If every time he spoke your name, you fell apart. If every time you were near him, your stomach was consumed with thousands of butterflies and you struggled to not choke in response to his casual hello. Is being that happy really waste of time because it doesn't lead to another happiness?
Why can't certain kinds of happy leave us feeling content?
But I guess we're all a little selfish that way. ;) It's embarrassing to admit but, I love the way I feel when my heart flutters and my cheeks burn.
Mainly, I want someone to cook waffles for.
I don't own a waffle iron but if I did, I'd wear dresses, dance to Bobby Darin and make every Saturday morning feel a little bit more like heaven.
I wonder if God ever gets butterflies in His stomach...
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