We all have a story.  A history.  A series of memories that mold and make and mix-match us.  That fold us up and put us away.  That He made us stories, walking around writing and trying to re-write ourselves.  Change fonts, flaws and foils.  That He'd introduce us to Himself as "The Word" - you'd think we'd grasp that in every substance we are His.  Who can build a story without a word?

Sorry about the profanity, but I worry I may be this mother one day.  And those of you who know me, know I'm really not a fan of cursing/ cussing (whichever it is dad).  But a word aptly spoken, I can't help but respect. 

"If we cannot take the time to express what someone means to us beyond amazing friend and that they are really great, we might as well just smile at them and be done with it. There are words that can help describe even the most complex and rich emotions and feelings.

My challenge to a 160 character generation is to not neglect the art of communication and the beauty of language. It’s not just for artists and intellectuals. Put some thought into your words; add some power and weight to your speech. I am convinced that the result will not fail to please all those around you, including yourself!"

-Braden G.L. Unger

I am truly in love with words. I love when people pull of an uncommon, precise word. I love when people are careful with their words. I love when I learn a new word. I love when people utilize a good pun. I love giving a "close reading" and disecting an author's words. I love when people have a 'word' they often use, that becomes part of who they are. I love when a person speaks with confidence, and owns their words. I love when a person struggles to find words that match what's in their heart. I love when a poet strings words together in a way that drips from a reader's tongue. I love when words match melody and unlock a place you've never been. I love playing with words.

I love when a person is genuinely speechless.