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We haven’t thought through exactly how to set up the experiment, but I figure for now, I’ll just post my meal plan for the week, grocery list total and spread sheet for the produce. 

This week I get to finally test out our new wok! We’ve had so much fun using all of the wedding gifts and feel so blessed by the generosity people demonstrated. Okay…week 1!

screw you ben folds

i’m sitting across from this girl.

she has a flower hairband holding her hair back as she sorts through her past.

and i wonder, how did i get so lucky?

so lucky, to share a seat on this burnt brown couch.

so lucky, to hold her hand.

to hear her laugh.

to feel her heart beat when i lay my head across her chest.

so lucky.

how did i get so lucky?

it is.

i love this girl,

she means the world to me.

Looking back to the day we met and how this has all unfolded, it can only be accredited to a kind and generous God.  I am so thankful for you.  Every second of every single day.  I don’t know how someone like you could possibly exist, or how I of all people get to be with you.  But I am so happy   

 I love getting to share every day with you.  I love all these mundane things we get to do, like spend way too much money on groceries, cook ‘gourmet’ meals, and try to decide what we want for our futures.  I wasn’t sure how our relationship would change in this new season when all we had ever known were 2 week vacations.  Oh how I looked forward to those airport hellos and dread those airport goodbyes!  We really could write a book on how to do long distance.  I think we did it well.  But I am so thankful that no longer is our relationship reliant upon on a bad internet connection and dropped phone calls.  Seeing you everyday has changed my life.  I have been so blessed by your friendship, your love and the laughter you bring to my life and I can’t wait to see what God has in store for us <3

a “blog” about “blogs”

I wrote a blog once. It was about how “blog” isn’t a word, and neither is “texted.” But what makes a word a word? Is not “dinklefink” a word? I said it. I could tell you that it means “an unhappy person.” Is the fundamental use of our language based on such rigid rules that so undermine my creative process? The inhibitive nature of this limited lexicon robs the interlocutor of the freedom expression. I need a word that aptly describes the emergence of a blade of grass from the ground. I need to encompass an emotion of rebirth coupled with a sense of accomplishment embodied in the spirit of natural. I need a word. I need “troke.” Troke is like when a trumpet emits a sound, a sound so beautiful a symphony couldn’t capture its grace. I am desperate troke, not because I lack that experience, but because I have it. And I have no way to describe it. I ran out of ways to say I love you. My love letters became trite and cliché, wrought with emotion but void of expression. This love trokes from my heart like heat from a fire, an impossibly intimate relation.

I love you Bri.

i’m so happy.

i’m so inexplicably happy. well i guess it’s not so inexplicable. it’s because of her.

i love her. i love being in the same city as her. and the same timezone. no calculations to see if it’s too late to call. i can just go over. to say hello. just to see her smile. we can eat meals together. and we can sing. and we can laugh. dance. just about anything.

oh what a sensational treat. thank you lord.

and so it begins….again.

i am a part of your everyday. we ate breakfast together today. not fancy “went out to eat breakfast” or “a couple times a year we make pancakes breakfast”. just cereal. and i drove you to school this morning. not the airport. while our goodbyes were heartfelt they weren’t burdened with the weight of the last words we would speak in person for an indefinite time. no, my friend, this is very definite. i will see you this afternoon. like brickwork. or climbing rope. our lives are becoming so beautifully intertwined. and in this novel position. we are stronger. and as our lives continue to weave together we become…the tangle.

i love you.

TWO DAYS!!!!!!!  and our ‘long distance’ relationship will no longer be ’long distance’.  I can’t wait until you’re physically part of my every day!!!!!!!

3 days!

3 days!

We haven’t thought through exactly how to set up the experiment, but I figure for now, I’ll just post my meal plan for the week, grocery list total and spread sheet for the produce. 

This week I get to finally test out our new wok! We’ve had so much fun using all of the wedding gifts and feel so blessed by the generosity people demonstrated. Okay…week 1!

screw you ben folds

i’m sitting across from this girl.

she has a flower hairband holding her hair back as she sorts through her past.

and i wonder, how did i get so lucky?

so lucky, to share a seat on this burnt brown couch.

so lucky, to hold her hand.

to hear her laugh.

to feel her heart beat when i lay my head across her chest.

so lucky.

how did i get so lucky?

it is.

i love this girl,

she means the world to me.

Looking back to the day we met and how this has all unfolded, it can only be accredited to a kind and generous God.  I am so thankful for you.  Every second of every single day.  I don’t know how someone like you could possibly exist, or how I of all people get to be with you.  But I am so happy   

 I love getting to share every day with you.  I love all these mundane things we get to do, like spend way too much money on groceries, cook ‘gourmet’ meals, and try to decide what we want for our futures.  I wasn’t sure how our relationship would change in this new season when all we had ever known were 2 week vacations.  Oh how I looked forward to those airport hellos and dread those airport goodbyes!  We really could write a book on how to do long distance.  I think we did it well.  But I am so thankful that no longer is our relationship reliant upon on a bad internet connection and dropped phone calls.  Seeing you everyday has changed my life.  I have been so blessed by your friendship, your love and the laughter you bring to my life and I can’t wait to see what God has in store for us <3

a “blog” about “blogs”

I wrote a blog once. It was about how “blog” isn’t a word, and neither is “texted.” But what makes a word a word? Is not “dinklefink” a word? I said it. I could tell you that it means “an unhappy person.” Is the fundamental use of our language based on such rigid rules that so undermine my creative process? The inhibitive nature of this limited lexicon robs the interlocutor of the freedom expression. I need a word that aptly describes the emergence of a blade of grass from the ground. I need to encompass an emotion of rebirth coupled with a sense of accomplishment embodied in the spirit of natural. I need a word. I need “troke.” Troke is like when a trumpet emits a sound, a sound so beautiful a symphony couldn’t capture its grace. I am desperate troke, not because I lack that experience, but because I have it. And I have no way to describe it. I ran out of ways to say I love you. My love letters became trite and cliché, wrought with emotion but void of expression. This love trokes from my heart like heat from a fire, an impossibly intimate relation.

I love you Bri.

i’m so happy.

i’m so inexplicably happy. well i guess it’s not so inexplicable. it’s because of her.

i love her. i love being in the same city as her. and the same timezone. no calculations to see if it’s too late to call. i can just go over. to say hello. just to see her smile. we can eat meals together. and we can sing. and we can laugh. dance. just about anything.

oh what a sensational treat. thank you lord.

and so it begins….again.

i am a part of your everyday. we ate breakfast together today. not fancy “went out to eat breakfast” or “a couple times a year we make pancakes breakfast”. just cereal. and i drove you to school this morning. not the airport. while our goodbyes were heartfelt they weren’t burdened with the weight of the last words we would speak in person for an indefinite time. no, my friend, this is very definite. i will see you this afternoon. like brickwork. or climbing rope. our lives are becoming so beautifully intertwined. and in this novel position. we are stronger. and as our lives continue to weave together we become…the tangle.

i love you.

TWO DAYS!!!!!!!  and our ‘long distance’ relationship will no longer be ’long distance’.  I can’t wait until you’re physically part of my every day!!!!!!!

3 days!

3 days!

screw you ben folds
it is.
a “blog” about “blogs”
i’m so happy.
and so it begins….again.

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