When Life Loves Me Back

This afternoon is what it’s all about…
Let me tell you.

After a slow start to the morning, I began cooking lunch for Gabriel’s lunch hour.  What a pleasant hour it was, filled with French toast, scrambled eggs, frozen blueberries, French press coffee, and an episode of Heroes.  After this, I embarked on an adventure that was quite ambitious for me: my first Pumpkin Cheesecake.  With a twist on three different recipes, I created my own with a gingersnap crust, maple syrup, cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger; it promises to be tasty even if the presentation flops.  I attempted to make a pumpkin pie smoothie the other day (one of my greatest joys in life, no exaggeration), and it was a miserable failure… more like pumpkin-soymilk-and-spices juice. Nasty, to say the least, but I drank it ALL so as not to waste.  Pumpkin Cheesecake, take my heart, but please don’t break it.

My hair got moody and suddenly decided to lie flat yesterday, after sticking straight up for a good 5 weeks or so.  I can’t even try to make it look like it did before yesterday.  Now it really looks like a boy hair style.  I don’t mind, but Gabe asks that I please do SOMETHING to change it since right now it looks just like his. Ha ha!  I find this whole situation very humorous.  I still love my short hair, although yesterday I very nearly almost for a split second missed my long hair because I saw a picture of when I wore it straight and blonde in the front.  Even when it’s long again, I’m going to try to resist the urge to bleach it again.

My long work streak is over and now I’m back to my normal schedule, which is refreshing though not as financially productive.  I got to go to church on Sunday and totally chill for the rest of the day with Gabriel. It was absolutely glorious.  Tonight is small group.  And tomorrow I might hang out with a friend or two if I get all my errands done.  Today my goal is to get the apartment clean, though motivation is slow in coming.

October has not failed me yet.  So far it has brought nothing but joy, including the wedding of my friend and boss Rachel Cornwell, a reunion with my college friend Jessica Tracy, the birth of a friend’s baby (or actually, a few of them), the revival of pumpkiny goodness in all of my favorite seasonal recipes, and the list goes on.  Unfortunately, something October may NOT bring is our new house.  Our original plan was to try to purchase a house this month, but employment has become a more difficult issue than expected, so it may be a few months before this dream comes to fruition.  That’s okay.  The tax credit would’ve been nice, but I’d rather act wisely in every step of this big decision, than move quickly and dramatically increase my stress level.  Still, there’s still a possibility of us going forward with this soon, but only if all factors involved are quick to fall into place.  In the mean time, I’m having fun playing around with color schemes in my  head, imagining my kids running around and growing up in our future home.

This has always been an emotional and almost nostalgic season for me.  I can’t help but remember where I was this time last year.  I was insanely happy, making trips to the library to study astronomy and Japanese art, looking for shapes in the stars at night, planning my trip to buy my wedding dress, drinking pumpkin pie smoothies, hanging out with some very dear friends… I was very happy, but very anxious that it would somehow end because I hadn’t ever felt that happy before in my life.  It did end for a time, so I was right to guard my heart.  I had some heartbreaking things happen to me the following month.  But God used every cut and tear to reconstruct my heart to trust Him.  I cry even now thinking about His tenderness toward me.  Even before God has ever allowed my heart to break, He always prepares me in some way, either through a dream, a word from a friend, or a Scripture verse.  He has always been so faithful to me.  It is only through Him that sorrow and loss become healing and restoration.  And now, here, in October 2009, I am the most blessed girl on the planet.  I have a faithful friend as a husband, my beautiful family loves me, and my joy has been redefined in so many ways that I never could have imagined.

Things I love today:

*My loving best friend Gabriel
*Beirut
*Sufjan Stevens
*Jose Gonzalez, particularly “Heartbeats”
*Autumn air
*Helping people (work)
*Crochet
*Football (Gabe even made a fantasy football team for me)
*Wings & beer
*Long-sleeved t-shirts
*Books on CD
*Our little apartment

I could say more, but I really need to get to my chores. Much love to all of you on this beautiful day!

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The Beginning

Well, my best friend recently made fun of me for still blogging on the old xanga I’ve had since … I can’t remember when.  She said, “Isn’t it time for a big girl blog site?”  I suppose she’s right.  I’ve outgrown the emo-woe-is-me vibe of my former years and blogs.  My life is full of changes and new beginnings, so it’s time to reflect that.  So for what it’s worth, here’s my “big girl blog site”. (Thanks, Em, I love you)

I already don’t blog much, mostly because I don’t make time for writing like I used to.  This needs to change.  And though I don’t promise that it will, I can say that I’ll try.

To start, I will give a brief overview of recent events for those of you who are far away.

Gabriel and I have been married for a few months now and have settled into our TINY apartment, which I’ve been living in since June 2008.  We look forward to having our own house, which will hopefully be soon since we’re faxing over the information for loan pre-approval today.  I hope to visit our future city of residence at the end of the month to do some hands-on shopping with the help of a good friend and agent Tammy Hudson.  There is a job waiting for me whenever we move, which is a nice comfort, especially since I will be returning to work with good people and faithful former clients.  Being near my family is a bonus too.  When our offspring have sprung, they’ll reap the benefits of awesome grandparents.

Many people have been asking me if I’m still dancing. The sad answer is, no.  Hopefully it won’t be long until this changes. I’m not finished yet.  I’m just waiting on the right time and place.  I still dance in my head… ALL the time. Dancers, you understand.  Instead, I’ve been devoting my mornings (or afternoons) to running and swimming, just so I’ll be ready when the time is right.  I’ve toyed with the idea of running some short races.  But honestly, I don’t really like running outside anymore, due to pavement and allergies.  Nor would I enjoy feeling like I suck compared to everyone else.  On the bright side, my gym rocks.  I only wish I had a friend to go with me.

In the news of church involvement, Gabriel and I are active members at Rivercity Community Church.  It. Is. Awesome.  Truly, we will greatly miss Rivercity whenever God has us move away.  Our small group that meets weekly is also really good.  I love being a part of such an honest and loving group of intercessors. We have been so very blessed by all the great friends we have out here, not just as a part of our church, but everyone we’re surrounded with.  I’m avoiding the thought that someday we won’t be within walking distance of many of them.

Another recent happening: I cut ALL my hair off. I donated the majority of it to Locks of Love.  This is my second time to donate my hair, but the first time to ever shave it off.  I love it.  It’s so easy… and strangely empowering.  My dear husband has informed me that this is the only time I’m allowed to do this, so I’m enjoying it as much as I can.  It’s growing quickly.

Today is my day off, and I somehow injured myself in my sleep last night, rendering me useless for most of my planned tasks today. So, other than creating this blog and working on loan pre-approval stuff, I am studying for my massage continuing education units required for Alabama license renewal.  This time I’m getting certified in prenatal massage.  I originally wanted to become a doula, but that will have to come later with more time and money.  I’m also waiting for Gabriel to come home from disc golfing so we can resume work on our latest 1000-piece puzzle and next episode of Lost.

Oh my gosh, I just remembered that I have leftover loaded baked potato soup in the fridge.  I am compelled to reheat it now, so I must end this post.  Which reminds me to give credit to Becky Perry for partial inspiration for this blog, particularly her recipes section, which I think is an excellent idea.

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