06.21.08
how do I change the future?
This week has been so crazy eventful.
I’ve been working full-time, running around like crazy, screaming disciplining 10, 11, and 12-year-olds eight hours a day, and trying to maintain a wonderful relationship all in the midst of it. On Wednesday, though, was James&I’s seven month anniversary. I know it’s no big deal, and that it really was something not to celebrate, we spent some time together by going to see The Incredible Hulk and had dinner at the ever-so-classy McDonald’s by his house. But afterwards, as I was in his arms under the stars, I realized strong our relationship is to be able to be working basically opposite schedules in totally different work situations, surronded by the chaos of him moving and me adjusting to the idea of moving away, and yet, we seem totally uneffected by it when we come together. I look into his eyes and the world melts away; nothing matters, just those few moments together with him.
I’d like to say that nothing’s too serious with us; but that would really, really be a lie. At the beginning of this relationship, I knew something was different. Something had changed in me that was reflected in his eyes and the way he looked at me: he loved me with a passion that God had given to him. I don’t think we just came together out of a random set of choice meetings or coincidences; I think he really was placed in my life by God to change me. I’ve started looking at the world in a much more positive light, grasping the concept of true, unconditional love.
Of course we have problems.
But they are so overwhelmed by the amount of problems we don’t have, and how well we really do get along.
Moving on, before I bore you with my boyfriend talk.
11.18.07
I got it from my Mama
Yesterday was a good day, I slept in late, and I did very few things that were productive. Mom and I did our civic duty yesterday afternoon after I had a fabulous light salad and took our recycling materials to be processed at our drop off site, and I almost tripped about four times over cardboard. I’m so clumsy, it’s silly.
After that my mom and I scurried over to Hobby Lobby to pick up a few crafty things and for me to get my print from England that I got over the summer framed. Now, I’m not trying to sound pretentious, but I have a habit of collecting art from around the world. I picked it up from my dad when I was younger, we’d always buy a print whenever we went somewhere on family excursions, but when I started going to places myself I picked up the habit. I always get my pieces framed at Hobby Lobby, but yesterday was a mistake. A young gentleman by the name of Robbie was assisting me, and instead of figuring out what he was doing, he just kept flirting with me, asking me where I’d been, how I had gotten the print from England, asking me all these cute, sensitive questions or what have you, and I went along with it for a bit. He seemed nice, he was a touch older than I was, but was cute enough. I talked to him, but then soon the talking was interfering with him getting his work done, because the project he said at the beginning of our conversation would take 15 minutes turned into an hour and a half.
Now, I’m a relatively patient person when it comes to awkward, cute, nerdy boys, but not when I’m pressed for time and my mom is with me. So, I dealt with him, finally got my print framed and cheaper than I was expecting it to be, and set off for home.
I hate having to rush to get ready, but sometimes, it’s necessary.
James and I hung out all that afternoon, and it was fun. Lots of inside jokes, lots of laughing at stupid things, accidental racial slurs, enjoy the cold, hating the cold, walking in search for deer, being convinced there was a UFO, almost falling into the water, and spending time with him. It was a lot of fun.
Then, I came home. My big sister Jennifer* (she’s not really an older sister, but since my brother has autism, she’s been his babysitter since I was 10. Needless to say, I’ve became more than a monthly visit for her. She’ll be in my wedding, and I her’s) was having a great night, and we talked for a while. She’s been such a blessing in my life, my mom’s always been so occupied with my little brother that I would have never had the true girl, giggly guidance of an older woman in my life if Jennifer had not popped in.
But, then I went to bed, talked to boys on the phone for a while, and wrote in my journal when I woke up a couple of hours later.
I’m happier now than I’ve been in a long, long time.
