Recently in Sublimity of the Week Category
I was late getting to the airport yesterday. I was so late that the gate had been closed and the person behind the desk had to call people to see if it was still possible to get on board. The helpful Sun Country counter person managed to not only get me on board the plane but gave me a nice exit row seat. She handed me my boarding pass, wished me luck at getting through security and added "Now don't be embarrassed about running in the airport, just do it."
Today was the first snow of the season. I can't wait until the pond freezes and I can skate in my own backyard.
Here is my prize thistle from my weed patch -- too bad there isn't a category for "Best Noxious and Thorny Weed" at the Minnesota State Fair.
[Photo's courtesy of Barb]
Dear Elise,
Almost five years ago we brought you home.
You have captured my heart in the way that I'm sure only daughters can. There is nothing better than the way you hug me and say "I'll never let you go ..."
You are one of the toughest little girls I know. You fall down more than anyone I know and you pick yourself up and keep going like you meant to do that. It is not that you are without grace but you live a little on the edge between walking, skipping and dancing all at the same time. Falling is just the price you pay for having that much bounce and spirit inside.
Your kindness towards others is humbling at times. If you have something good, like candy, you always seem to give some away, even to your brother. Speaking of your brother I can tell how much you love him and want to be doing things just like him. Is it really that much fun to aggravate him?
You willingness to go down the big slides always makes me feel so proud of you. Don't ever stop.
You have captured my heart in the way that I'm sure only daughters can. There is nothing better than the way you hug me and say "I'll never let you go ..."
You are one of the toughest little girls I know. You fall down more than anyone I know and you pick yourself up and keep going like you meant to do that. It is not that you are without grace but you live a little on the edge between walking, skipping and dancing all at the same time. Falling is just the price you pay for having that much bounce and spirit inside.
Your kindness towards others is humbling at times. If you have something good, like candy, you always seem to give some away, even to your brother. Speaking of your brother I can tell how much you love him and want to be doing things just like him. Is it really that much fun to aggravate him?
You willingness to go down the big slides always makes me feel so proud of you. Don't ever stop.
Where else but the internet could one eavesdrop in on mormon brides sharing honeymoon advice, "Speaking Girl to Girl: Mormon Honeymoon Advice"?
For those of you who aren't familiar with the underwear in question, you may wish to consult the wikipedia article on the topic.
Now go back to thinking about whatever you were thinking about before the topic of "mormon virgin brides on honeymoon" popped into your head.
P.S. I am not making fun of anyone, just linking to information.
My wife re-arranged my daughter's bedroom recently leaving the bed under the window. Before I turn in for the night I usually stop in the kids' room one last time. On Monday I stopped in like usual -- seeing my daughters face in the moonlight, with snow falling outside and her bear tucked under her arm ... it was a moment so beautiful it made my heart ache. A while back I mentioned a song with the refrain, "When I look at the stars, I feel like myself." That was how I felt, that night looking at Elise.
