A Little Blue House Called Home.

This month has been crazy. We have been so busy; I've been so busy. I feel like April just began yet, here we are half way through May. We have recently moved and are really enjoying our new place. It is so bright and airy, it has a huge backyard, it just feels like home, it is little and blue and perfect. I love waking up and have enjoyed sipping tea on my back deck as I watch the rest of the world wake up around me. I feel at home in this place. 

100.

I have been meaning to write this for quite sometime but, I was slightly intimidated.

When I was five years old my parents were getting ready to sell our house. They had found where they wanted to move and were just trying to figure everything out with the house we were in. I remember telling them that our house was big and nice and they should sell it for One Hundred Dollars. I thought that was so much money.

Here I sit now and it still feels like One Hundred is a lot; At the same time though, it feels like so much more than it actually is.

Happy Hundredth Post little blog!

I wanted to write something smart but, the more I think about it the less I come up with. There will be more.

Some words on a page.

I sit in the living room while my husband is curled up in the bed sleeping. I've just woken up from a much needed nap and am loving this moment. Sitting, listening to music quietly fill this sleepy room. The fullness of the music is such of perfection, it is almost as though I am in the cut scene of a movie where the music lives and for a moment has a chance to tell the story. 

My toes are finally warm although rather clammy. They have been cold all day and now after a nap they are curled up under a knit blanket, I am enjoying their heat as it slowly escapes. I know in a few minutes they will once again be chilly and I will be forced to put them in some warm woolen socks.  

Fingers slide slowly over the keyboard I am hoping they will come up with something I dub sufficient. They slowly pitter patter making music as they find letters to create words. My fingers are one of my favorite assets, they are long and slender and I love how they feel in my husbands hands. They are the one feature that make me feel like a dainty little lady. My fingers are my crowned jewel. I remember being so excited to be able to wear my engagement ring once Ben proposed. Finally my fingers got the most beautiful yet perfectly simple crown they deserved. I still am excited for people to notice my ring, my perfect ring, it means they have been looking at my beautiful fingers.

Love songs quickly pace through me as I absorb them feeling rather sentimental. I can't believe I have been with my most amazing man for over five years. I can't believe that we are quickly coming up to our third anniversary. Life has been amazing. God has directed our paths and I am so glad that he directed me to this most amazing man. He is my best friend, and although there are times he aggravates me, there are so many moments I am just so amazed that someone can love me so deeply and care about me so strongly. He is my most amazing man.

Today is a good day, this excellent moment to myself as I remember. I remember some most fantastic moments. God has blessed me. I have a fantastic husband, two wonderful jobs, and such a loving family. I am blessed.

Happy Anniversary Little Blog.

I've been writing for two years. This little blog is two years and two days old, it feels so weird. This blog holds posts that are difficult to read, ones that I look back and remember where I was and that it was hard, it holds posts filled with optimism, posts that make little to no sense, all of what is in it is authentic and real...it holds it all.

It holds thoughts that I have yet to be able to verbalize. This blog, this tiny blip in the world of internet, this space...is mine.

When I was in grade school I loved poetry. I would sit and read, I understood it and it understood me. I sat in my room with my notebook writing poems because it seemed the best way to get my thoughts out. My feelings would pour onto the paper and lift of my shoulders.

That is what this little blog has become. My notebook. The pages are filled with my thoughts and feelings, it eases my spirit. Two years.

Seeking Adventure.

My stomach turns as I sit here on the couch, I am not sure if it is because I haven't eaten yet today or because I am actually just feeling sick. I have a sneaking suspicion that I may just need to eat. I get in these moods sometimes, where I just want to sink into the couch. I have been in this mood for a few days and as much as I feel like that now I feel like I have to get out of it, I have to seek an adventure. I need to do something besides checking my Facebook repetitively or finding things on the internet that need pinning.

Today I am going to seek adventure, I am going to go out and find something to celebrate. Today I am going to seek God and see his glorious world, creation, children. Today I am going to have a great adventure. I am going to celebrate this moment in time, I will live in this moment. For these moments will soon pass.

Tomorrow comes quickly, so why wonder about it. Instead today I will be here.