the beautiful life project // 001. jessica

to kick off the beautiful life project, meet jessica from the alcove. i had seen jessica floating around the blogosphere for a while before i finally checked out her blog, and oh what a gem it is. the best way i can describe jessica and her blog is gentle. she has such a soothing, calming presence and writing style, and her photography is stunningly raw. hailing from arizona, jessica was so gracious to consent to an interview. basically, i like her a lot. after all, any girl who suddenly pops up on her blog and says “hey guess what? i just got married!” is okay in my book. hehe. enjoy her answers!

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when you hear the phrase “celebrating the beauty of life,” what do you think of?
It reminds me that life is something to get excited about. It’s an extravagant gift that should be celebrated and embraced, with all of its ups and downs. No matter where you’re at in your life, you should always be able to look around and find beauty ─ to be aware of and thankful for the moment you’re being given.

what are your passions, the things that make you excited to be alive?
First and foremost, my family. I’m serious when I say that they make my life worth living. I don’t know where I would be without the love and support of my family (including my husband). After that, I’m very passionate about books, and expressing myself through writing. Over the past few years, I’ve also gained a much deeper appreciation for beauty through photography.

how do you hope to inspire others?
Through my words and actions. I want my words to be heard (always) as an echo of the love of my Messiah, and an inspiration for people to be themselves. I don’t want anyone to be afraid of stepping outside the realms of what everyone else is doing, and make an impact. As for my actions, I try to make love my intention in everything I do. I want to touch peoples’ lives, in hopes that they will see Yeshua working through me.

a few little things that make life even more beautiful…
Bike rides. Quiet afternoons at starbucks. (Even if I’m not buying, I thrive on the atmosphere.) Indie/folk music. Driving with the windows down. Good hair days. Going to hockey games. Cuddling with the man.

something random, something true…
I love watching anime every now and then. I microwave my ice cream (just enough to soften it). I’m deathly afraid of heights, big spiders, and swimming in dark/murky water.

coffee or tea?
Definitely coffee. (Preferably iced.)

if you could do one thing, little or big, to change the world, what would it be?
I would want to let every living person know just how much they are loved and unconditionally cherished by the Messiah. That would be pretty world-changing, I think.

what is your ideal reading environment? and while you’re at it, go ahead and list a handful of favourite titles or authors…
While I love to read just about anywhere, I think that park benches are my preferred venue. I like to be out in the air, and public parks supply the perfect dosage of ambiance for reading. My list of favorite authors and titles is unbelievably long, and continues to grow longer with every trip to the library. Here’s the tip of the iceberg, though:

John Green (The Fault in Our Stars, Looking for Alaska)
Cassandra Clare (The Mortal Instruments, The Infernal Devices)
The River of Time series by Lisa T. Bergren
The Host by Stephenie Meyer
Emily, Anne and Charlotte Bronte (Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall)
The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis
Sundays at Tiffany’s by James Patterson
Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones
Divergent by Veronica Roth
Across the Universe by Beth Revis
The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
Wonder by R.J. Palacio

what does it mean to you to live fearlessly?
To me, living without fear means living with all the boldness, confidence and courage of a lion, while still maintaining the love, gentleness and grace of the Lamb. You really cannot care what other people think of you, as long as you are being true to yourself and the King. You have to be willing to be mocked for being genuine, and for doing what’s right. Dita Von Ceese said it well: “You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there’s still going to be somebody who hates peaches.

the beautiful life project

I’ve often said I am a passionate person, and one of the things I am most passionate about is living this beautiful life God gave me with the fullest vigor I possess. He gave me so many things that enrich my existence, and even more ways to make the most of the unique life He’s given me.

I’m also a people person. I’m pretty much crazy about people. I love finding out their quirks and passions and loves, what makes them tick and tock, what makes them just giddy to being alive. And as you are probably aware, the subtitle of my blog is “celebrating the beauty of life.” So in my quest to live life fully and richly, I wanted to discover how other girls from all over the globe are purposefully choosing to do the same.

I am thrilled to announce the beginning of what I’m calling The Beautiful Life Project, which is basically a fancy name for a weekly series of interviews. Over the next few months, I will share interviews with gals giving their own view of what it means to celebrate the beauty of life. Not all of these ladies are bloggers, some are my personal friends, and some I had never before been in contact with. But I greatly admire each of them; they each have a different take on life, a unique story to tell, special ways they live their lives so as to bring glory to God our Father.

Readers, I am fairly wild with anticipation for you to see these interviews. It all starts tomorrow. See you there?

country girl

some days + some people just spell g-o-l-d

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my whole family was together for mother’s day weekend, and it was just so beautiful. we were outside in the gorgeous oklahoma spring almost the whole time playing ball, falling asleep on the sidewalk, and having lots of those woah-oh-oh-oh-it’s-always-a-good-time moments. from the random airplane show to my ridiculously attractive siblings, from my brother and i breaking out in perfectly-synchronized gangnam style to my niece avery’s epic “can’t” moment, from lots of good food to all those hours just being a family… yeah, it was a pretty phenomenal weekend. and then we wrapped it up with watching les miz last night. eheeee.

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the classics club: anna karenina

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Title: Anna Karenina

Author: Leo Tolstoy

My thoughts:

Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

Well, it only took me five months, but I managed to read Leo Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina. Did it take me that long because I did not enjoy it? Quite the contrary! Actually, it was one of the most beautifully written books I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading, and I devoured every word on every page. It was just so… big. At one point, I felt as though I had flipped a thousand pages, then I looked… and I was only on page three-hundred. Oh, goody. Only five hundred more pages to go.

Boasting enough characters to challenge a Dickens novel, Anna Karenina follows the story of Alexey Alexandrovitch, a prestigious politician, and his wife, Anna. Anna is discontent with her life and the husband she views as boring. Upon meeting the lively Vronsky and quickly assuming he is all she has ever dreamed of in a man, Anna enters into a hasty affair with Vronsky, and her actions deeply affect everyone in her life. Intertwined with Alexey and Anna’s lives are a unique spread of other characters: hard-working Levin and Kitty, the girl he loves; the flamboyant and careless Stepan Arkadyevitch and his unhappy wife Dolly…

Anna Karenina is all about choices and relationships, and how both affect each other. It was incredible how richly developed all the characters were (and boy, was there ever a horde of characters!). Tolstoy did a magnificent job at exploring the minutest thought of each of the diverse characters without overloading or boring the reader. I found this book to be such a profound study of human nature, behaviour and how our emotions fluctuate so quickly that it was impossible not to be enraptured by it. But at the risk of making Anna Karenina sound more like a college lecture than a novel, let me assert that Tolstoy was able to do this while still telling a phenomenal story. (How he concluded Anna’s part of the story completely took me by surprise.)

I have read a good amount of books in my lifetime, and almost all of those books have contained a villain of some kind. But I cannot recall a time when I despised a literary character more than Anna Karenina herself. Never have I come across so selfish and unfeeling woman as she. Even when she got what she wanted, she was determined to be dissatisfied with everyone and everything. I never pitied her, or even felt sorry for her; she created her own miserable situation out of the ugliness of her soul. Completely abandoning her husband and her son, she flew into a wild affair with Vronsky to provide a temporary, fleeting happiness, which only served to bring about her utter ruin and destruction.

As I read, I had to wonder why Anna was so repulsed by her husband, for I considered Alexey Alexandrovitch to be one of the most intriguing literary characters ever created. On the surface, he may have seemed indifferent, emotionless, even slightly cold. But underneath, he was bursting with feeling. He insisted on thinking the best of his unfaithful wife, giving her the benefit of the doubt, even when society was brimming with gossip. When Anna finally revealed her affair to him, he was crushed, but attempted to compose himself and accept his new situation, stoically claiming that forgiving his wife is not an option. But at the scene where Anna almost dies in childbirth, all of Alexey’s walls came crumbling down. Regardless of how she had broken him, he realized how dearly he loved his wife and how lost he would have been if she died, and rushed to her deathbed, practically begging her to come back to him. That was a powerful scene. Alexey’s adulterous wife lay dying, and he, wracked with grief, crawls into her bed next to her, pulling her close to him and holding her hand. I was close to tears. My hopes of Alexey and Anna redeeming their marriage were rising…. and then after leading him on, Anna, horrible and cruel woman that she is, once again decides he is not exciting enough for her and runs back to Vronsky (who, I might add, apparently loved Anna so much he… shot himself for her? “honey, i just love you so much i have to… BANG.” um, how exactly does that work? and no, i didn’t just reveal a spoiler. unfortunately, it was not a fatal wound.). And one huge thing I noticed about Alexey Alexandrovitch… through his coldness and his walls and his despair, he never gave up on his wife. I personally think that was one of his hidden reasons he would never consent to a divorce.

A highlight of this novel was the relationship between Levin and Kitty, particularly because it was such a positive (yet stark) contrast to that of Anna’s relationships with both Alexey and Vronsky. I loved watching how Levin and Kitty both changed for the better throughout the story, how they complemented one another, and how they could be equally ridiculous. That proposal scene was priceless. I was growing concerned about Levin toward the end of the novel as he was so desperately seeking true purpose; I was really afraid he was going to do something completely stupid. Thankfully, my fears were put to rest; watching him discover God was just beautiful. But really, he and Kitty were just adorable. Peruse this passage, for instance…

Levin had been married three months. He was happy, but not at all in the way he had expected to be. At every step he found his former dreams disappointed, and new, unexpected surprises of happiness. He was happy; but on entering upon family life he saw at every step that it was utterly different from what he had imagined. At every step he experienced what a man would experience who, after admiring the smooth, happy course of a little boat on a lake, should get himself into that little boat. He saw that it was not all sitting still, floating smoothly; that one had to think too, not for an instant to forget where one was floating; and that there was water under one, and that one must row; and that his unaccustomed hands would be sore; and that is was only to look at it that was easy; but that doing it, though very delightful, was very difficult.

I give you permission to pause and AWWWWWWWW!! to your heart’s content. I read that passage to my mom, and she made the comment that someone should put it in their wedding vows. An excellent idea, Mother dear…

So basically, I loved Anna Karenina (that is to say, the book, not the character). It was gorgeously written, but wasn’t just full of lightweight fluff. It was real and gritty while still maintaining a redemptive theme. It was interesting to compare and contrast the four main relationships in the novel (Anna and Alexey, Anna and Vronsky, Levin and Kitty, Oblonsky and Dolly), and to evaluate why one failed where another didn’t, or why one succeeded where another didn’t.

As I concluded Anna Karenina, I thought of the popular phrase, “love conquers all.” Is that true? Yes, it is. But as I learned from Anna Karenina, a conquering love takes work, trust, and sacrifice.

Those joys were so small that they passed unnoticed, like gold in sand, and at bad moments she could see nothing but the pain, nothing but sand; but there were good moments too when she saw nothing but the joy, nothing but gold.

My rating: 9.5 out of 10

Would I read it again: Definitely… but maybe not for a while considering how long it took me to get through it!

What do you think of Anna Karenina?

country girl

behold. a vlog.

So. Last week, Little Wilson and I conspired and schemed and filmed a vlog while our parents went out to dinner (yeah, Mom and Dad, we weren’t just watching Little Dorrit while you were gone…). It’s incredibly weird, so be prepared. There is singing (or attempts at singing, anyway. it’s amazing how hard it is to sing “Red and Black” without accompanying music or accompanying Aaron Tveit.), way too many Robin Hood references, speculations about what Enjolras would do if he were trapped on a deserted island, and an over-abundance of all-around inanity.

(Oh, and I thought about making a bloopers video, but to save time, I just mashed it all together. So it’s like… a video within a video. VLOG-INCEPTION.)

Isn’t the thumbnail attractive? Actually, it perfectly sums up the video…

And I kinda adore making vlogs, so if you have any suggestions or ideas, then by all means, leave a comment, lovelies!

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how.

so. how long has it been? a year? i’m not sure when we first met via the blogosphere, but ever since, it’s been one of those oh-my-goodness-where-have-you-been-my-whole-life kind of friendships. actually, if we were honest, i think we both looked at each other and said, “ha. you’re weird. can we be friends?” well however it happened, i’m glad it did. because i love it when i see your face and hear your laugh through the computer screen and we both act like total nerds together over skype and have those off-the-wall conversations and laugh over nothing. and the number of emails we’ve exchanged is probably nearing the thousands by now. we just mesh, you and i.

so yeah. without ever having laid eyes on you, i love you. so much that it hurts when i think about how far away you are. and sometimes i just want to drive straight to your house and into your arms and squeeze you tight and say all the things i’ve ever really wanted to say to you. or maybe you should just come visit me? and then we’ll stay up all night talking our hearts out (baring our souls and telling the most appalling secrets, you know) and drinking our jacked-up coffees (or tea, if you prefer, but i hope you’ll let me fix you a coffee) and squealing over that show and finding all our favourite quotes in those books. and i know there will be several times when i will suddenly stop talking and just want to give you another hug. because my. wordyness. you’re my soul sister through and through.

but what i wanna know is how. how on earth does that kind of emotion well up over so many miles. how can i love someone so much without ever having met them. how can i even miss someone i’ve never seen so crazy much. i’m not sure i’ll ever know exactly how that all works. but that’s just the power of love and friendship, i guess. it’s one of those instances where two people found each other and gasped, “you too? i thought i was the only one!” yup. that about sums us up.

so here’s to you, my precious friends i’ve never gotten to meet. (yet.) you are gold.

(i almost included an abbreviated version of this in my list of things i will never understand. but then i thought… nah. this one needs a post of its own.)

a review of sorts for bbc’s robin hood

I mentally laboured on how to begin this review. After all, how do you begin a post on something this… big.

Ever since I began watching it about three months ago, BBC’s Robin Hood has become my favourite British television show to date, even topping the wonderful and illustrious Lark Rise to Candleford. It was not without some hesitation I went into it, however, for though I’d heard tale of its magnificence, I had also been warned of absolute cheese and predictability. But as I quickly discovered the utter delight and all-around epic factor of this show, I pardoned the cheesiness and gleefully watched all three seasons.

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Robin of Locksley returns home from the Crusades in the Holy Land with his faithful servant and friend, Much, only to discover England is being tyrannized by the villainous Sheriff of Nottingham and his minion, Guy of Gisborne. After being declared an outlaw, Robin, Much, and a gang of new comrades retreat to Sherwood Forest, where they resolve to fight against this injustice and bring liberty to England. Thus, the legend of Robin Hood is born.

From some cheap costuming and less-than-impressive special effects, it is obvious Robin Hood was a lower-budget production, but the makers definitely made up for it with their side-splitting humour, intriguing plotlines, and the high sense of adventure which pervades every episode. Although some sequences could only be described as “cheesy,” the acting was never lacking (bad acting is a colossal pet peeve of mine). Robin Hood is an addicting, action-packed medieval adventure, with a splash of modern and a heap of fun.

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As you would expect, all three seasons come packed with a variety of characters, all of them being incredibly complex and interesting to study. I disliked Robin himself at first, but he managed to grow on me with every episode. And to the disbelief of my friends, I liked him the best in Season Three. I think it was because by that time, I had seen every side of him; I knew exactly how his mind worked and why he did what he did. I understood him (although his season three hairstyle and I did not get along). Much is the epitome of hilarious perfection; that’s all I’m saying. I never could get fully endeared to Marian. Of course she had her good points, but she was way too self-righteous, with a huge condescending streak thrown in there. But hey, the girl also wore daggers in her hair and was Robin’s true love (you cannot have Robin Hood without Marian; it’s like having me without coffee), so she’s all right with me. The Sheriff of Nottingham was pure genius. He was the perfect balance of wicked and humorous. (“A clue: no.”) I loved to hate him. And Guy of Gisborne… well, I despised the man all the way up until the last four episodes of season three. *and all the Richard Armitage fans come at Petie with swords drawn* I stand my ground! He was cruel and manipulative and selfish and horrible, and I was almost mad at myself for starting to like him. I loved Little John. He was just a giant teddy bear, and he should have been the gang’s official hugger. You know, if anyone was depressed, Little John could have gone and hugged them and made it all better. Allan A Dale; I’m not being funny, but there is an interesting character. I loved him in the first season, abhorred him in the second, and adored him in the third. Allan rises, falls, and rises again throughout the show, but he eventually made my all-time favourite Robin Hood characters list.

Oh, and speaking of that all-time favourites list, do you want to know exactly who my all-time favourite characters are? Of course you do. The answer to that question is childishly simple: Will Scarlett and Djaq. Obviously, I like them individually, but together they are simply the best. Will I liked right off. My only complaint is that the show didn’t focus on him enough. He’s the quiet sort, only speaks when he has something of value to say, but sometimes you can just see the passion and fire for justice burning in his eyes. He is loyal, brave, plain ol’ smart, and hey, he can chisel through doors and cut through hinges and make keys just like that. And his skill with that axe of his should not be underestimated. I actually liked how they included that bit at the end of Season One where he and Allan almost desert the gang, because it proved he wasn’t flawless (really, flawless heroes are boring). But even though he does make mistakes, in the end Will Scarlett always does the right thing. *insert inspiring background music* Basically, he is strong and true and he fights for what he believes in and that is why I love him… oh, wait. I think I’ve heard those exact same words before… *wink wink* Enter Djaq. I love this little tiny Saracen girl. She’s amazing at being a strong fighter, but such a soft little woman at the same time. (“Pepper! OUCH!”) It was darling to see her develop from being a tough girl who tries to hide her weaknesses to a confident woman who isn’t afraid to express her feelings. As Season Two progresses, the real Djaq begins to unfold. After episode eight in Season One, I was pretty much idiot-grinning whenever she and Will were within a three-mile proximity of each other. They were just so. stinkin’. cute. (the ending of episode five season two, anyone?)

So. Now that you know how crazy I am over these two people, you can imagine my despair at the Season Two finale.

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Season Three was certainly my least favourite, my top favourite easily being Season Two (for reasons that can mostly be explained by the words Will and Djaq). I expected to dislike Season Three, but I actually didn’t. True, after that horrendous Season Two finale, there was this big void in Season Three and it could never be as good as the first two seasons, but they still made a decent job of it. By spinning a few plot twists and introducing new characters such as the prodigious Brother Tuck and Prince John the Hysterical, they managed to save it from being completely bad. But seriously, they could not have made me cry harder with how they ended that thing. That scene between Robin and Much… Whew. Season One, of course, will always be special since it is, after all, the first season, the one that got me hooked on the whole show. It lays the foundation for all the characters, and I would never want to imagine Robin Hood without that eighth episode (“I think I love her…”). Season Two was my favourite because we got to know the characters even better, it was the funniest and most clever season, and several people’s relationships (!!!!) were deepened and fleshed out. It also seemed to have more diverse plotlines, rather than simply someone getting captured and the gang breaking them out. And episode twelve was just gold, for more reasons than one. Once I finished episode twelve of Season Two, I felt like I deeply and thoroughly knew each and every person in the gang.

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Perhaps you have shared a similar experience, but after watching three whole seasons of this show, cheering for the gang and crying at their losses, I somehow felt as if I had traveled with them, fought their battles, and felt their individual and corporate griefs. The season two and season three finales, which both include monumental, emotionally-traumatizing elements, left me feeling as though I had personally been affected (the fact that I was forced to use makeup remover and cotton balls to erase all the mascara plastered on my cheeks is testament to the depth of my emotions). Now, some of you out there are probably thinking this is the most pathetic thing you’ve ever heard, but to me, that proves this show was well-done and the characters are human and relatable. They were incredibly real characters, and I was wholly drawn into their stories.

Yes, this show ripped me apart at times and I often had to seek friends for therapy and a caps-lock-only debriefing via email (my heartiest thanks to my dear Jess, AnnaKate, and Mal for their forbearance with my wailings), but it was so worth it. If I had never watched Robin Hood, I would have missed out on so much adventure, hilarity, excitement, and some pretty amazing characters. I never would have known the man behind the legend. And Much would never have provided me with so many one-liners and impressed upon me the importance of knowing the real meaning of honey. Oh, and I never would have met the amazing Will Scarlet and watched him fall in love with the adorable Djaq. The end.

We are Robin Hood. Now and forever.

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(content advisory: Season One is very clean, with the exception of a totally ridiculous and unnecessary scene in the first episode involving Robin and a peasant girl. Throughout the series, Guy of Gisborne makes some aggressive advances on Marian, but she always refuses him. Season Two is also pretty clean, excepting the latter half of episode eleven when we meet Eleanor of Aquitaine, who is rather crude toward Little John. Season Three requires a bit of caution. One character, Isabella, is not afraid to use her femininity to get her way. There is a lengthy scene we skipped in episode eleven involving two characters we hadn’t met before. There is also some mild language in Season Three.)

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two things.

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No doubt you’ve heard tale of the Romeike family. A family of seven, they hail from Germany and recently fled to America in order to seek safety from persecution in Germany; their crime was homeschooling their five children, which is illegal in Germany. And now, the Obama administration is threatening to refuse them further aid and force them back to Germany, where it is certain their kids will be taken from them.

The Home School Legal Defense Association (HSLDA) started a petition to urge the White House to stop the Romeikes’ deportation. Their goal was 100,000 signatures, and on April 9 they breached that number! According to HSLDA, the currently top-ranked White House petition has over 350,000 signatures, and wouldn’t it be incredible if we could break that record?

Please take a moment and drop over here to sign the petition. On that same page, you can also watch a video about the Romeike family and their story. What is being done to this family is a cruel injustice. (After all, it really is shocking at all the beliefs/lifestyles that are granted security in America.) Let’s make a difference and fight for the truth!

About four years ago, I was introduced to the music of Hillsong United. Almost immediately, they skyrocketed to the top of my favourites list, and now I like to call myself their biggest fan (no doubt you’ve heard me mention them a hundred couple times here on this blog). Their music has touched me and inspired me in ways I can’t even describe. They are by far my favourite Christian band and pretty much the only one I faithfully listen to. When I first created my bucket list a year ago, one of the first items to go on there was to see United live in concert.

So after four years of waiting… and waiting… and waiting… Hillsong United is finally coming to Oklahoma in June. Readers, I am on cloud nine thousand. The tickets have been bought. It’s actually happening. I wish I could take you all with me.

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things i will never understand

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things i will never understand:

i. how i can take so many things for granted every day of my life

ii. how oklahoma sunrises are so stunningly beautiful

iii. the way some people can put words together in such a way as to touch the deepest parts of my soul

iv. how every day is a journey in and of itself

v. why the bbc is so intent on crushing my soul like a grape

vi. how i can be so flawed, yet so blessed by God

vii. the way books and stories and people who aren’t even real can be so alive to me

viii. how every breath i take is another chance, a gift

What could you add to this list?

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little things {26-50}

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Regardless of how tough or stressful I may think life is, sometimes I just have to sit back and say, “MAN. I am one blessed gal.”

26. He is risen!!
27. an amazing Resurrection celebration with my church family
28. gorgeous weather like you wouldn’t believe
29. raking leaves with friends
30. a head-start on my summer tan
31. on saturday night, i watched The Passion of the Christ for the first time. it was brutal and tremendously hard to watch and nothing could ease that heavy ache in my chest. but i needed to see it, ya know? i’m glad i did. and i’m glad it affected me so much.
32. conquering thick books
33. these rather interesting bits of trivia that made me smile (hint: read all the way to the end)
34. another free-time sketch completed
35. my brother driving all the way up from austin, texas, last weekend to surprise my mom for her birthday
36. les miserables is out on dvd. and you can be assured it is in my possession.
37. i’m actually getting close to becoming a licensed driver
38. a busy life that keeps me running but i can still be at home with my family
39. according to my blog stats, somebody found my site by googling “has nick jonas ever been grounded.” that just made my day.
40. convincing friends to read some of my favorite books
41. the way my little Atticus giggled and grinned as he lay on the grass. an outdoorsman in the making.
42. dinner conversation with my family
43. an all-family skype with these people who are so full of epic
44. that clear, fresh, exhilarating smell of spring
45. dive-bombing onto my parents’ bed
46. when those friends told me they didn’t think it was possible for me to stop smiling. that made me smile.
47. two bible studies at one time. lots of work, but totally worth it.
48. prayingprayingpraying for it to work out
49. singing with my momma
50. how easy it was to come up with this list. like i said, i’m a blessed gal.

Oh, and here’s a little something to make you smile. But it will only make sense if you know exactly what I mean when I say the words “screaming goats.”

Oh, and Happy April, everyone. :)

country girl