It’s South Carolina and it’s snowing. This never happens. And that’s exactly why we use a boogie board as a makeshift sled.
To be honest, I don’t know that I would have it any other way.
I almost ended up under the neighbors Jeep, which is fine. I like Jeeps.
So glad to be snowed in at my parents house where they have an unlimited supply of pineapple, ice cream, board games, TV channels, and my precious niece:)
Also worth mentioning, Jonathan convinced dad that Jay Z was a Christian artist and mom asked me if I was allowed to wear my nose ring in Korea.
“no one ever asks, “how did you two stay together?” everyone always asks, “how did you two meet?” we had to make the same transition that all couples do: from the crazy in love stage to the other thing. the hard part of love. it’s when you’re in that struggle that you most need the story of how you’re meant to be. because the alternative is that the person you’re with could be any one of hundreds or thousands of other people. and well, if that’s true, than why even try?
Somedays I don’t believe in prayer at all and somedays it’s just empty words. But somedays, the best days-the most beautiful days are the ones when prayer is not a conscious act but it becomes a part of me. It becomes a constant state of loving and yearning and seeking and sometimes grieving but somehow still trusting.
It’s just so bizarre and incredible and strange and lovely.
It’s finding God in the ordinary-in the everyday details of life. In my cup of hot rooibos tea and in my best friend’s laugh. I find Him in my favorite song or driving across the dam. In Saturday afternoons and every single sunset. In meeting someone who understands me or finishing a really good book. In traveling with close friends or looking a stranger in the eyes. In walking outside barefoot or smiling for no reason. In midnight conversations out on the dock or just being still and not saying anything at all.
He is in the beautiful that I experience everyday. He is in the now.
“I like having an email that says, ‘Sent from a Macbook Wheel.’ That way people know I have one.”
so so funny.
I found out about Mumford & Sons via Jessica.
You could say I’m quite smitten.
Listen to After The Storm
On my knees and out of luck, I look up.
You must know life to see decay
But I won’t rot, I won’t rot
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won’t rot.
And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
“But Christina, don’t you get tired of listening to the same song on repeat all day long?”
My answer is no. A resounding no.
Ruth & Brooks have this giant TV that I can’t even turn on. I tried. For like 45 minutes. So Cheerio and I did the Hulu thing last night…and tonight…and probably tomorrow night. It’s weird, I NEVER watch TV.
When I tell people I don’t watch TV, I like to sound really pretentious and let them know that I am just way to interesting and important to waste my time on the tube: “Oh, I missed that episode, I got really wrapped up last week reading Thoreau, and learning Latin, and feeding the homeless- but that’s cool you watched it. Sounds like something you would like.”
But the truth is, Mary Kathryn and I only have two channels. They aren’t even that clear. And you can only watch the same fuzzy episode of “That 70’s Show” so many times. (4 times. My experience is 4 times.)
I think, in the end, we can all agree that success is a really comfortable couch and a huge TV.
That’s all. That’s all I really want.
World’s greatest house & dog-sitter,