it’s technically monday, but i am holdin’ strong to sunday still. i never want to let sundays go. i’m not ready to start the week. this was a particularly phenominal sunday. i actually got to relax this afternoon for the first sunday afternoon in months! i fell asleep to the sounds of some sort of sporting event on tv that swz was watching. i think they were bouncing a ball of some sort? maybe trying to make a goal? and…
yesterday i was running hungry.last night i was running tired. this morning i am “it’s hard to get out of bed” running sore. this, this is why i run. there is a truck load of stuff on my mind. some of it is really deep, some of it is just lingering. for instance, i’ve been thinking a lot about my Grampy. he has cancer, has no voice (as a result of the previous), and it just breaks my heart when…
i finally joined the gym again. it’s been a long time coming. and as i get ready for my loooooong day tomorrow, i ask myself “what am i thinking?” running again? blah. i guess it’s because i’ve turned into a bit of a blob. the time has come. i need to be healthy. it’s very important to me to take care of my body. it’s just that i have really enjoyed not exercising these past few months. all my life,…
i can never resist these things. these questions have been “haunting” me all day… 8 Things Iām Passionate About: 1. people in my life believing God loves them2. holding to my personal convictions3. the ocean, the beach (the only true beach)4. my home5. starbucks6. babies7. jeeps8. drums (even though i never practice…) 8 Things I Want to Do Before I Die: 1. drum in a worship band2. finish my book/get it published3. take care of babies that have no mothers4….
it really is. gathering my thoughts at this late (early) hour is proving difficult for some reason right now. usually i am alive at night, but it’s been such a day that i haven’t had a chance to process it all. i am going to bed soon, and i will lay my head down on my pillow, snuggle into my comfy, soft, flannel sheets, with my 7 layers of blankets anchoring me to my cushy matress and i’m pretty sure…
and there they are! my beautiful bff and her brand new baby boy! (oh- and garrett, the wonderful husband! š don’t ask how i got this picture up: i told you, i’m just really smart! š
here is a beautiful picture of katie, garrett, and garrett james, jr. it would have been THEE perfect way to top off my last few posts- this beautiful picture. but, no. it won’t work. this is what happends when i try to upload it. i am posting it to prove my point. these sordof things happen to me. i do not understand why. i consider myself an intelligent person, yet things are always happening to me that make me look…
the BABY is here! š
my kate is in labor right now! i still have this overwhelming sense that i should be there. it’s taking every thing in me not to get in my car, or fly home right this instant. (forget the fact i have zero dollars to do this!) sigh. i keep calling and checking in with garrett (the husband), but it doesn’t quite feel like enough. i want to BE THERE. last time i called, garrett told me the baby was born,…
meet katie. katie-girl, kate, girl, puuuuuurple, or BFF as i affectionately call her. sigh. i miss her tonight. not just tonight, my heart misses her a lot. we became best friends when i was around 16, and she was 17. no matter how old we were, our excuse for any thing naughty that we did was that we were “only gonna be 16 and 17 once” or whatever age we were- the formula always applied. katie and i bonded rather…
