bsmiles and sunny days

My sweet Kennedy Offered to take me to a late movie She bought the tickets and made a plan. The last time we talked about the movies And the cute guy that works there She said he'd never notice her since She never gets fancied up for the movies. Because it's her thing, she loves going so much That she wears her most comfortable clothes Which are sweats. So I put on my new yoga pants And a hoodie And was surprised when she was dressed to go. I said, should I change? And she said, should I change? And she changed into her comfy sweats. I had to laugh when the little commercial With the red AMC balls came on Signaling the start of the movie Because her eyes lit up and a smile crept up her cheeks And she didn't even realize it. Because it's her thing. It's therapy after working hard and Living in a pressure cooker. And she brought me along to do her thing. I'm so lucky I can't even tell you... We saw Unbroken, a true story about T

They have said it all my life, "Your life is not your own." I have heard it no less than a thousand times. Honestly, though, I have never felt that my life wasn't, at least in the most practical ways, my own... until now. Before you write me off as some faithless fool that refuses truth, indulge me for a moment. I have dreamt about these days all of my life. All I ever wanted to do was be somebody's wife and the mama in a houseful of kids. In the 6th grade, we were assigned the responsibility of caring for an egg as if it were a pet or a child. This is going to sound crazy, but I loved that egg! I tended to it's every need, nurturing it, making it a tiny carrier and blanket to cozy into as I toted it around town on Saturday errands with my mom. It was a momentary fix for my desperate need to nurture someone and to be needed. I was born for la vida domestica. What I didn't realize, even after #7, was how complicated things could become. No one warned me

I heard someone talking about doing what brings you joy. If you have a creative edge, find your medium and do that thing, because is what God designed for you to do. When we do that thing, we bring Him glory. How amazing is that... that thing we do that makes us so happy brings Him glory. I love it. His nature is so good. As soon as I heard it, I knew what I had been missing in my life... it's here. It's you. It's writing. I love to write. I find great joy in writing. I have put it off for months, knowing that I haven't read anything, outside of a feeble attempt at reading my Bible, for over a year. And without reading, how can I possibly offer anything intelligible to you, my sweet friends? And then I remembered, this is my thing. I was doing it before I loved to read, or cared to leave any sort of legacy in my writing. I'm a writer. It's what I love. It's what I dream about doing. So here we are. Back. I'm kind of a mess. I wake up long after every