Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Fortunate Rediscovery

You know how sometimes you forget about something and rediscover it later?  Like a cute pair of shoes that was buried in the back of your closet, or a favorite recipe you haven't made in a while?  In church two days ago someone quoted a talk by Elder Uchtdorf.  I had forgotten about the talk, but it's one of my favorites.  Reading it was like talking to an old friend.  It's about the Love of God.  Read it, if you want.  Here. 

Friday, June 17, 2011

those two

This morning my two older brothers came over and helped me move the boxes containing most of my material possessions into the attic.  (The other portion of my stuff is in a large suitcase that will be heading to Montana with me.)
Those two.  They are so incredible.
I have this picture on my bulletin board (now in the attic) of the three of us.  In the photo I'm probably less than a year old.  I'm propped up on four-year-old-Wayne's lap and toddler-Nate has my tiny little hand in his.  It's one of my favorite things to look at.  We're in front of a pink bush.
After moving my stuff, we went to lunch together.  (I'm leaving tomorrow and Wayne is off to Argentina on Monday.)  It was the best thing ever to spend a couple hours just talking to them and laughing with them.  We were raised on one wavelength; the same things make us laugh and we don't have to explain them to each other.  We can talk about stupid things or deep things; quote Youtube or discuss the world and why families are so important.
I don't have time to do this post justice, but a blog post could never capture the magnificence of my brothers anyway.  I'm indescribably grateful for them.

Monday, June 6, 2011

wind is my favorite

If I had to choose one day from my life to represent perfect weather, I might pick today.  It was neither hot nor cold; perfect for wearing cropped jeans and a cardigan.  The sun was shining but there were clouds and dust in the air that made the light soft.  
But the best part of all was the wind.  The breeze was not timid, but not overbearing.  It danced, whispering through my fingers and gently tugging at the wisps of hair outside my braid.  I love how wind can be so powerful or so gentle.  I love how it seems to have a personality; the way it woos and wanes.  I love how it touches my face and takes the air I just breathed away, off to somewhere else.