Once There was a Girl...

...who was wandering through her life, willy-nilly as the wind blew her. She was insecure and indecisive and made her choices as she was thrown into them by circumstance. If a boy liked her, she liked him back(for a minute, then threw him back.) If something came easy to her, she did it. If something was difficult, she didn't. She was beautiful, but didn't know it. She was intelligent and talented, but she didn't think so. She had a few friends, but didn't feel like anyone really cared about her or understood her...

Then there was a boy. He was a fighter. When he saw something he wanted, he fought for it. If there was something he cared about, he would never give up until he was the best, and even then he would not stop. He was very handsome and charismatic, everyone wanted to be around him. He was easy to get to know, but hard to know well. He had friends by the hundreds, but still, he needed something...

Then one day the boy saw a picture of the girl. He saw something in her. He knew she was destined to be his. And he was destined to belong to her. He met the girl, but the wind blew her in another direction. He was undaunted, and chased the windblown girl until she saw him. Really saw him. Then the girl saw in his eyes what he had already seen in hers...and they never parted.

The Beginning.

Happy Hearts

My sweetheart and I went to a V-day banquet last weekend. We ate yummy catered Mexican food, something our dieting palates have not had for a very long time. There was a fun "Not-so-Newlywed" game, an Elvis impersonator(young skinny Elvis, he did a hilarious impression.) And I graced the lucky room with a few performances as well. I always forget until after the fact that maybe I should have invited my sweet mama to come see me the last few times I have solo'd, since she is responsible for my educational beginnings.
Sorry, Mom.
I just thought I would share some of the thoughts that ran through my head at the time.

Grateful that...
-my full tummy did not get in the way of my pitch.
-I did not cry, as has happened a few times when I put too much emo. in it.
Likewise, my voice didn't break.
-they had a mic so I did not have to yell it
-standing O=blushing but happy J

Happy that...
-I could just see the giant proud smile on my date's face as I imagined his
shaking knees (he does this when he is nervous or happy.) He was
nervous for me, since I don't really get nervous, old pro that I am and all.
- I closed my eyes and just let it go. All for him, I did not let him hear me
practice so it would be a surprise which songs I did and how I did them.
- he was there to see me, he has missed the last few times I'd solo'd.
It was a special night for me, and I loved sharing it with the one I love the most.
I hope you had a happy and romantic Valentine's day with your sweethearts, too.

P.S. The three songs I sang are included in my playlist to the right...care to guess which ones?

Snow Day!!

Look what we woke up to this morning:

Snow!!

Son has played in a tiny bit of snow before, I think twice in his young life. But this year he has been asking about it a lot, "Why don't we have snow? I want to play in the snow." He doesn't remember ever being in the snow before. I promised him that if the mountains get snow, I will take him to play in it before winter is over. But it looks like the man upstairs heard the pleas of a little boy, because he was "so incided" this morning when he woke up to white stuff everywhere he looked.

Daughter is saying a new word today: "Hat" Exciting, I know. She has been very intentional about new words she learns these days. She enunciates so carefully..."Boookk" "HHaatt" to make sure she says it just right! She is a hoot!I bundled the kids up ever so carefully in their scarves, hats, mittens, but neglected to plan so well for myself, so we made a mini-snowman. If I had tried to make a full-sized snowman, I fear it would have been at the expense of a frostbitten finger or two. So here he is: carrot nose, raisin eyes in all his momentary winter glory. Son wanted to have a snowball fight, and as I bent over to roll a snowball, he hit me with the first one. He aimed perfectly, and I got snow up the back of my shirt and down the back of my pants...CCCCCCCCCCOLD! I was already half frozen, so before we went inside, I made a snow angel. Son had the idea first, laid down in the snow and got right back up, saying "I don't like that idea anymore." Yeah...cold!


Then, just as we got inside and peeled off our cold wet layers, we got one more happy surprise: Daddy! He had gone into work just to find out that they closed down for today, so he got a snow day too!! We love our Daddy so much and it is not often he gets to stay home with us in the middle of the week! And even better, we can't go anywhere because of the snow! So we are bundling up beside the fire and staying inside ALL DAY LONG for the first time in a LONG time! Hot Chocolate, extra marshmallows, anyone?
UPDATE: Conversation I just overheard: (PG-13, so beware!)
Daddy: Hey Son, do you have to go pee?
(I'm wondering, is he doing a dance or something?)
Daddy: Do you want to go pee in the snow?
Son: That's disgusting! You aren't supposed to pee in the snow...
(Door closes, I imagine Daddy is teaching his son all there is to know about life, which is: NEVER EAT YELLOW SNOW!)
Have a happy snow day, if you have one, and sorry for you if you don't!