The headaches are back.
They are here to remind me that the world is so beautiful when the pain goes away.
They help me focus on what is important, because focusing is limited when one's head hurts.
They are here to tell me that there isn't always an answer to everything.
Looking up is so hard to do sometimes. I'd really rather crawl under a rock right now.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
A Wedding Speech
He's not anything like a character in a fairy tale. Fairy tales were written by women. He won't always be there to dry your tears and pick you up when you fall. He may be the one who tripped you in the first place. It will be almost impossible for him to love you the way you want to be loved unless you give him explicit instructions. In order
to give instructions, you need to know what you want, which may be just as difficult.
He will not always think you are more attractive than Natalie Portman. He may not admit this, but it's not important for you to know. Deep down inside he knows that she wouldn't give him the time of day.
He won't always support you. He will lose his patience sometimes, and someday he will hurt you. He will hurt you at your very core, even in that place where you still wear pink princess dresses and your mother's lipstick.This doesn't mean he has stopped loving you. He just made a mistake. You make them, too. It's not his job to be unfailing and generously forgiving and tirelessly devoted. You can only hope that he is striving to be these things. In the darkest hour of your darkest night, when your body aches and your heart screams, your Heavenly Father is there to comfort you. He knows what you need, He hears your prayers. And, perhaps, He will tickle the ear of your dear husband, and send him to your aid.
to give instructions, you need to know what you want, which may be just as difficult.
He will not always think you are more attractive than Natalie Portman. He may not admit this, but it's not important for you to know. Deep down inside he knows that she wouldn't give him the time of day.
He won't always support you. He will lose his patience sometimes, and someday he will hurt you. He will hurt you at your very core, even in that place where you still wear pink princess dresses and your mother's lipstick.This doesn't mean he has stopped loving you. He just made a mistake. You make them, too. It's not his job to be unfailing and generously forgiving and tirelessly devoted. You can only hope that he is striving to be these things. In the darkest hour of your darkest night, when your body aches and your heart screams, your Heavenly Father is there to comfort you. He knows what you need, He hears your prayers. And, perhaps, He will tickle the ear of your dear husband, and send him to your aid.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Haven't felt like writing anything for months. Too much at stake, I guess.
There are birds in the chimney. There's a hole in the wall at the top of the stairs. The birds got in on their own, with the help of the mama bird. I am responsible for the hole in the wall.
I smashed a spider. It was on the wall. I used my foot. I wanted to get it out of sight before it unsettled our guests. So the guests were amused at the hole in the wall instead.
I wish I could smash the birds in the chimney with my foot. They tweet all night.
There are birds in the chimney. There's a hole in the wall at the top of the stairs. The birds got in on their own, with the help of the mama bird. I am responsible for the hole in the wall.
I smashed a spider. It was on the wall. I used my foot. I wanted to get it out of sight before it unsettled our guests. So the guests were amused at the hole in the wall instead.
I wish I could smash the birds in the chimney with my foot. They tweet all night.
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