I took a lot of pictures today. I took some of the walk Anthony and I took around Meadow Vista. I took some of the berry bushes along the side of the road and the sunlight. I screenshot the homepage of the YouTube channel I subscribed to earlier today. I took a selfie of us on our walk. I took a picture of Ant working on homework.
But my camera roll does not accurately represent our day.
Last Wednesday I posted this photo on Instagram and Facebook:
With these words typed below it:
This semester Wednesday nights look like this. Anthony works after Program so we meet at the Senior Center early before Bible Study. I bring him food and usually coffee (this week it was orange juice) and we talk about our days. Some days it wears on me getting home and turning back around right after, driving two separate cars, but some days (like tonight) I remember to laugh and smile (and document) and remember it’s just the season we’re in right now. It’s always so good to see him after 11 1/2 hours.
And then the next morning, when I went on Facebook for the first time, I saw this comment:
I have been thinking a lot lately of writing short stories and putting them Out There — either on this blog or, more recently, Wattpad.
In Chapter 6 of DIY MFA, Gabriela Pereira writes about ideas and how do you know if this idea is The One. For book-length projects she suggests writing short stories to give yourself the chance to hang out with your characters in the world they live in.
Music is powerful. You can hear songs that were so important and meaningful to you from childhood and high school again in your 20s and know 99.9% of the music and lyrics and, at the same time, be transported back to a memory that you associate with those lyrics and tune.
At my parents’ house a couple Saturdays ago, I visited my old room to wake Anthony up from his nap and then I got lost in my shelves, particularly the very bottom one where I lined up mine and my sister’s CDs from long ago. Skillet, Hawk Nelson, Yellowcard, the numerous acoustic mix CDs, Superchick, Eli Young Band, All Time Low, and Thousand Foot Krutch were greeted with smiles similar to the ones I give books I’ve read over and over again.
This is the reason why I won’t delete the songs off of my first-ever iPod because it’s like a time capsule of high school. The songs I chose to buy and the playlists I made were a reflection of who I was at 15.
I have enjoyed many memorable birthdays. For my 18th birthday, my parents and sister threw me a surprise party (my cousin wrote me a song!).
When I turned 19 (or 20), I was working at McDonalds and some of my church family from Rescue showed up at the end of my shift. (That was a surprise, too).
One year Kady, our cousin Kalani, and I went and saw How to Train Your Dragon.
During our engagement, Kady, Anthony, and I went shopping at thrift stores in Shingle Springs and then to Starbucks (where I reconnected with a friend from high school who reconnected me with my friend Monica from high school!).
During our first year of marriage when pocket money didn’t exist yet, we went to the Sunrise Mall for banana juliuses from Orange Julius and photo booth photos.
This year, though, has been my favorite so far. My birthday is at the end of March, but the story starts all the way back at the beginning of February.
Coffe Shop Conversations: Making the Most of Spiritual Small Talk // I’ve had this checked out from our friends’ library since February (yes I’m that person). I’m really liking it so far.
the anime Fullmetal Alchemist. No, it’s not on Netflix, but you can watch here.
I first heard about Blog-tember on the Chasing Creative podcast (Episode 4 with Leah Van Ert) and that was like last month. Well because it’s September now it popped up in my Instagram feed and I have been wanting to blog more, so I’m jumping in a couple days late—and now a day behind—to the party, but I’m learning that it’s okay to do that (says the girl who still hasn’t read The Hunger Games). So here’s me jumping in feet first, no looking back, no second thoughts.
I just made a list of my favorite events of the summer, going back all the way to June (and one event from the end of May—it totally counts!) Yeah…there are 36 of them. This was a good summer, a great one, one for the books—er, blog. So, here we go: