Summer is my favorite season. Not just because it’s warm, and I hate the cold. Not just because I still remember what it was like to be off school for months. Summer is just a part of my soul, ingrained in me. Perhaps it’s because I was born in the summertime. Perhaps it’s because I like to see things alive and growing. Perhaps it’s because – but no. Summer, to me, is home.
Greetings, one and all. Yes, I am fully aware that it’s nearly the middle of February. I laugh to think I ever struggled with life before I got engaged. *snorts* BUT I AM BACK from my unannounced hiatus
that I keep taking like every month and since I’ve been thinking about this post, I figured I might as well write it.
But first, happy Valentine’s day! Andrew and I went on a date to go see the show My Fair Lady that was coming through Greenville a couple weeks ago, and we had the grandest time. I’m debating whether to share the pictures in a post for themselves or if I should just include them in my February review. Thoughts?
Back in…October or so, when Allison put up her poem book on Google Drive for her beta-readers, I read this one poem that made me cry…and then inspired me to, whilst sobbing, write more details. I ended up with a page-long flash fiction, and haven’t done anything with it since. I haven’t even edited it.
But I knew it was good, so I figured I should probably publish it on here. The story line is absolutely NOT mine, I totally stole that from Allison’s poem. But somehow the emotions just articulated themselves into words like they rarely do, and I felt this as I wrote it…even though I’ve never experienced it. I’m an INFJ. XD Anyway, without further ado.
It’s been a really long time since I just posted a bunch of photography.
I mean, that’s probably understandable, right? I’ve been just a little busy, and get ready for a life ramble probably next week or so. 😉 HOWEVER. I have been taking pictures, and I learned some new stuff, and well…it’s about time I share it. So.
I never used to know how many hurting people there were. I never used to look behind the smiles. Honestly, I never used to care.
I never used to know what it meant to love fiercely. To love fearlessly. Honestly? I’m still learning how to love fearlessly.
But God’s been opening my eyes. He’s opened my eyes to the pain, to the hurt, to the half-smiles and tired eyes. He’s brought me people who aren’t perfect. He’s showed me how to be here, for the pain.
I have finally gotten around to beginning on this blog post series – a highly anticipated one, to be sure! I know y’all have been excited for it too. 😊 Andrew and I are pretty much writing it together – I wrote the first draft, and he’s editing and throwing in some other things. We’re so excited for y’all to read allllll the details of our unique story!