You want to see how beautiful the past few weeks have been?

Erik's Birthday weekend... 

Meg's Hole in One! (I love that smile!)

Behaving like the mature adults we are...

EASTER WEEKEND

I do a lot of this.... 

Mom's new game board in the back yard. ;) 

He's part of the family - and you know how he loves to get dressed up for holidays!

THURSDAY 

Grass in the city!? I laid in it... Esther found me lost in my own world. 

Door.  Need I comment? 

Esther introduced me to one of the loveliest places on Capitol Hill... and its owner. 

Esther getting really uncomfortable and embarrassed... turns out I'm really good at doing that to her. 

Esther past embarrassed - me highly entertained and enjoying it. 

 FRIDAY
Meeting one of my dad's oldest friends for the first time was an incredible experience.  Hearing new stories about old times from a man who met my father in the service, and spent hours and hours with my parents as newly weds.  I laughed and laughed.  I walked away loving who my parents are even more.  And so grateful to have been able to meet a man who is my father's friend.  A man who knew my father in ways I never will - in times I never could. 

 SATURDAY
Saturday was full of a number of firsts, plus cookies and laughter and hours of great conversation - my first time to the symphony, on a moped, to gasworks, hanging out with someone who built their own computer... inside an original nintendo.  I walked away newly aware of how kind, caring and generous a person can be when they actually seek to follow Christ and love people. 

I told you I do this a lot.  Most great weekends begin like this. 

"It's an entire computer inside! I built it. The power switch even works."

 SUNDAY 
I enjoyed breakfast on Capitol Hill at one of my favorite places, and a field trip to the Seattle Asian Art Museum with a good friend before some quiet time alone reading in the sunshine in one of my favorite places in the world.  How the grass that grows at my alma mater feeds my heart and tickles my toes and fancy, I can't really tell you.  But it does.

Sunday just grew greater and greater, but to document such things would violate certain bilaws.  I will say I attended probably the best male-hosted dinner party I have ever witnessed.  The company was glorious - the conversation, creative.  The food and drinks delicious and ambitious.

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?

I just bought the Lumineers album.  Making this quiet evening at home pretty perfect.  Every song is fantastic.  This one will be getting a lot of playtime on my stereo this spring.

(Ho!) I've been trying to do it right(Hey!) I've been living a lonely life(Ho!) I've been sleeping here instead(Hey!)I've been sleeping in my bed,(Ho!) I've been sleeping in my bed (Hey!)
(Ho!)
(Ho!) So show me family(Hey!) All the blood that I would bleed(Ho!) I don't know where I belong(Hey!) I don't know where I went wrong(Ho!) But I can write a song (Hey!)

 (ho!) I don't think you're right for him (hey!) Look at what it might have been if you (ho!) Took the bus to china town (hey!) I've been standing on Canal (ho!) And Bowery (hey!) (ho!) And she'd be standing next to me (hey!)

1,2,3 I belong with you you belong with me you're my sweet heartI belong with you, you belong with me you're my sweet heart
And love we need is nowLet's hope for someCause oh, we're bleeding out
 I belong with you you belong with me you're my sweet heartI belong with you you belong with me you're my sweet (Ho!)
(Hey!)(Ho!)

 

For those of you who, like me for a season you may remember, do not have a window. Here's a window. Yep, I'm streaming this to my phone right now... watching a bird build a nest outside.

Courtesy of J. Turner, and his window.
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Good morning, beautiful weekend.  

So glad you're mine. 

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In the depths: 

Why did Jimmy Johns take away  my sprouts?!!! :(

I love writing. 

To the point that I get giddy in my head when I get a challenge, and get to play.

Giddy. 

I want to be an expert writer.  Know every rule.  And know how and when to break it.  I want to be able to change and shape my voice like a ventriloquist, throwing characters against the wall.  I want to be able to represent people with style and clarity and grace and humor, as they would themselves wish to be represented.  I want to sound like them when I write for them.  Whether they are my client or my character. 

You want to talk about a goal for this year?  How about become a better writer. 

Grammatically correct? When I want to be. (As English majors, we master it. Then we intentionally break all the rules as we so choose.)
Spelling/ typographical errors? Be nice! I've gotten better at taking time to edit over this past year.  I have.  Leave me be. 

P.S. Esther - I just keep hearing your voice in my head saying something about consistency.  I'm consistently random. :/