I am still processing the wonder, the beauty, and the magic of that day.
6 months to go - I can hardly believe it. There is still much to be done, yet, I feel so joyful at all that we have created and all that will come together this August. My heart is full.
Love is more than just something to hope for, it is something to be felt, to be shared, to be cultivated. I do this better with Chelsea in my life and if that isn’t a reason to marry someone, I don’t know what is.
I love living a life of faith because it presents an opportunity to reclaim the identities placed upon us. I’m a Christian. And I’m so, so ridiculously imperfect as a human. But, I also choose to believe God loves me exactly for who I am. He created me, after all. If you start believing this – really, fully, in your bones believing – than it becomes less scary to function in this world.
“My name is Nancy, and this is my granddaughter, Niki.” “Oh! I am with my grandmother too!” My sticky, crumby […]
* November – 2012. Grainy, thick air flies into the tin roof of heavens far beyond us. Our tin roof […]