With the closing of our new house coming up, I stare at paint chips. I don't eat them, but I contemplate them. Maybe I should eat them. To know me is to know I am not a planner and I am not uptight. When it comes to decorating or even buying a new piece for the house, I think. A lot. I have it figured out ahead of time. I can make split decisions during game time because I measure, I look and I know what I want. Here it starts...with the paint.
The holiday/birthday/anniversary celebrations have come and gone for us this year. (relax, just for a minute...) We are just now entering into full swing holiday time with travel, parties, consumerism and best of all, the faces of family, near family and friends. I heard through the grapevine that my brother's family will be appearing at my parents house this year for Christmas. My heart is lightening perhaps quicker than my wallet this year.
“The rose is a flower of love. The world has acclaimed it for centuries. Pink roses are for love hopeful and expectant. White roses are for love dead or forsaken, but the red roses, ah the red roses are for love triumphant.”
Hubby surprised me at work today with a dozen roses for our impending anniversary on Monday. I can't believe it has been (only) two years, but yet, it has been a wildly wonderful long, slow journey all at the same time. Nate is my buddy, my husband, and my baby's father, and for that, I am proud.
Ah, I love finding graffiti and little notes at site visits. Whether it be on a bathroom wall, or in a warehouse, it's usually a solid source for a good laugh.
The first shot is of the word live as in "live wire", and that is most likely what it was, at one point attached to; a live wire. I took it differently though. I saw it as a message to me. A message telling me to live. It was a little reminder that there is so much good around me, and I need to see it, appreciate it and share it. So, I am sharing this found message with you - LIVE. Take it as you need it. Take is as a pick-me-up, a reminder, or just a reason to take another breath in this beautiful and bountiful world. As for Carlos, he sucks.
That I can study and pour over little gifts that I have received over the years, and appreciate every thought and symbol, and time in my life that they all represent. These gifts mean so much to me, and are the backdrop of my cozy little home. They are what make it mine.