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We’re Back, and Better Than Ever!

23 Apr

Oh, and when I say we’re back, I do mean we. A’s officially done with tax season, and he’s promised me that he’ll be putting his foot down about working crazy hours on the projects he has coming up. He’s planning on being home at four all this week, and I couldn’t be happier. I always know that having him home will be a huge relief, but I forget the feeling of peace and all being right with the world until it happens.

Per usual we made our annual trek down to the ever-gorgeous Carmel-by-the-sea (it’s not a town, it’s a lifestyle), with one small change. Make that two small changes. We took our doggies with us! Something I’ve wanted since we got Logan almost three years ago. We had a great time, the four of us. We discovered that Martigan – the newest – likes to show bigger dogs that he can still act tough even though he’s on a leash (something to work on) and doesn’t like when I leave him. Not to the point of being annoying, but he would whine and do his ‘talking bark’ very softly whenever I walked away to get us coffees or go into a shop. A and I have never been out in public with him other than taking the dogs for a walk, so this attachment was a new revelation. I would be lying if I didn’t say it melted my heart a little bit.

I thought about doing another One Day picture story, and then thought “meh.” Why spend a perfectly lazy weekend with my man worrying about a photo per hour. So instead a took a picture when I thought about it. If it looks like we read a lot, ate a lot, and drank a lot, that’s because we did.

my handsome man, it's so good to have you back!

a great start to the day...at 11am.

my littlest dog learned the fine art of waiting under tables while his owners were being boring.

logan, our sunshine boy, found patches of light to lie in wherever possible.

trying wines at one of our favorite garden hangouts. the dogs weren't impressed with the vintages, but loved the all-natural seaweed treats their sweet staff offered them.

can you see the relief? the peace? yeah, we can too.

It’s good to be back, I’ve missed you all! How was your weekend?

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Come On, Get Happy

5 Apr

Ladies and gents, it’s been a long week. And it’s only Thursday. So I thought you might be able to use a pick-me-up as much as I do. I raided my Pintrest Boards for things I’ve collected that make me smile. I hope they lift the corners of your lips today, too.

click each image for their pinterest page and origin links.

savage chickens

my manifesto

sometimes i feel this is all i can hope for

ooh baby baby

bow ties are cool

i love it when t-rex tries!

it really is time

amen

and again, amen

i want to see these lights someday

it really is that simple

my current favorite pic of a and i. hawaii, five year anniversary.

What a Difference a Few Months Make

4 Apr

A few months ago I was home, sick and suffering from S.A.D. with no motivation, no gumption, no old-fashioned get up and go to make me get off the couch. All I did was sit there and watch Grey’s Anatomy from season one on and feel like moving was the most anyone could ask of me that day.

The last few days I’ve been sick. I’ve been home watching Grey’s anatomy, season five. I haven’t moved, nor gotten off the couch save to get myself food, but the difference…ahhh…the difference is amazing. I’m here because I’m sick and drained of energy, not because I can’t move because I’m paralyzed by depression. The medication worked. Exercise worked. It’s less than three months later, and I feel like I have my life back. Like I’m me again. Thank God for that, because my couch was beginning to have a permanent dent.

More tomorrow, thanks for reading!

Big Dogs Don’t Cry

14 Mar

My littlest dog hates it when I cry.

We found this out by accident one day. I don’t remember what I was crying about, probably something to do with S.A.D. probably. And Martigan just freaked out. He started trying to crawl into my lap (which he is NOT allowed to do without an invitation, but he really isn’t much of a lap dog anyway) and when that didn’t work, he licked any part of my hands and feet he could reach. When I did let him up, he kept trying to lick my nose until I stopped crying. It was like he was trying to cheer me up.

It’s funny, because he doesn’t mind it if I’m upset. A and I can be mad at each other all day and he doesn’t blink an eye. But turn on the water works and he can’t take it. It’s also funny because he can’t tell the difference between tears of sadness and tears of mirth. I was reading a particularly funny post from STFU Parents, and was laughing so hard that I started to cry. Same thing, the climbing, the licking, the worried look that didn’t go away until my tears dried up.

Honestly, it warms my heart. I don’t know the real reason he does it, but I like to think he just wants to cheer me up when I’m sad. And with that face, how could I not be?

…unlike some fat little dogs I could mention who don’t care how much I cry, so long as I toss him his ball.

Choice

7 Mar

I don’t consider myself a poet. Sometimes, though, I sit down and words just come out. This came out a little while ago, and I thought I’d share.

image from fyeahtattoos on tumblr

Before there was time
You stood.
The right hand of God
The One
who was God
who was
and is
and is to come.

Before I knew You
You knew me.
Before I knew You
You loved me.

You who breathed
and light became day
and darkness night
blew breath into my lungs
and filled me with
new life.

You, who shaped the heavens
deigned to come
to lowly Earth.
You wrote your fingerprints
into creation
into prophesy
into our bones
so men would be
without excuse.

…but still, we never knew you.

Your own refused
to recognize
the glory of
Your birth
and life.

You knew they would.

Your own chose sin
and sent you to
atone in blood
and still You came.

You knew.

You and God
brought form to void
and spoke the heavens into being.
You knew that when
You gave free will
that we might not
choose You.

And so You came.
A God so just cannot abide,
wages earned must be paid.
And so by coming into flesh
You cried to God,
“Take me instead!”
because you’d rather
die than live
eternity
apart
from us.

From me.

You who made the Earth and seas
and all creation,
called it good,
came to us
to be The Light
and shine among
a darkened world.

Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.

What choice is left
but to put to death
anything in me
that takes me
from You?

May Your light shine
in my dark world
so that through me,
not because of me,
they might find You
and know
eternity.

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