To nap, or read Austen... that is the question.

I think I'll build a fire, make some coffee and see which of the two options wins out.  We'll let Austen start with the ball.


We all accept that we want to be loved, but I think we don't often recognize how deeply we also want to be admired by our Love.  We don't have to be thought perfect, but boy is it hard when the people we most care about find fault in us, and more so when they seem to not find us admirable.  Just a mixture of reflections from Emma, and from life.  I guess the answer is humility.  Even still, I wouldn't want to marry a man who always saw the worst in me.  It seems a blessing to always believe the best in one another.  And I think that is something I'd absolutely want.  No doubt he'll see the ugly in me too, and hopefully bring it with love and kindness.  But I hope he interprets my actions with an assumption of love.  And, I hope he ardently admires and loves me, because Lord knows I won't marry a man unless I feel that way about him too.  I suppose it all just shows how much there still is for me to learn from how Father loves me, He who knows me for the worst and best.  The messes, the hopes, the motives and mixture. The promises.  The desires.  The past, present, and future.  'Who loved me when I was yet a sinner, separated from Him.'

Hmm, just this morning I was considering renaming my blog "Ramblings of a Fool."  Perhaps I'll just tag in there "Romantic Fool" and call it a good working title.