Question

Someone asked me a pointed question today. It got me thinking. Now I'm asking myself this question all over again. If you think you might know, I encourage you to let me in on the secret.

Counting My Blessings: Dax

I love my dog. He makes me laugh, keeps me company, and loves me unconditionally. He's such a good dog. I love him so much! He knows tricks, learns my habits without being taught, and finds ways to tell me what he wants. Here are some pictures from our three years together. His adoption day was yesterday, June 8th. I love my dog!

 

The first day we met. 

Looking at a squirrel during our first week together.

 

Splish, Splash! Taking a bath.

 

Our most recent picture while on a walk in the park. 

Today's Holiday: Best Friends Day

June 8th is always set aside as a day to honor and celebrate best friends. The term "best friend" should be reserved for the best of your friends. Someone who understands your fears, listens to you vent, loves you unconditionally. Someone who encourages you to pursue your dreams. Someone who is a better friend than all the rest. 

You may have one best friend, or if you are especially blessed, you may have a small number of best friends. No matter the number, take time today to celebrate your best friend. YOu could take them out for their favorite ice cream, create a scrapbook of your favorite moments together, or try to reconnect with a best friend with whom you've lost contact.

This is Diana, or Didi, as I like to call her. We met when I was a freshman and she was in 7th grade. We've been friends for at least 12 years. (Man, I feel old.) I don't know at what point she became my best friend, but I'm glad God put her in my life. She understands me better than I understand myself. (That may be due to her expertise in the field of psychology.) The first picture is the two of us circa 1998. I've always been the more boisterous one. The next two pictures are of the two of us when we had studio pictures taken for her birthday in 2001. It may have been a corny idea, but we had a blast! And here's the most recent picture of the two of us. It's from Spring Break when I was visiting her in Kentucky.

Have fun celebrating your best friend today!!

My Mother's Magic

I can't decide if this is embarrassing or not, but I'm throwing it out there anyway. My last post got me thinking about how my mom always puts together a little Valentine's Day present for me. I've never questioned her reasoning, I've just gladly accepted whatever little treasures she's chosen to give me. (As I type this, it occurs to me that she may do it because there's no one else to make the day special for me. That's depressing. I'll try not to dwell on it the rest of the day.) The magic of gifts from my mother is that I always love them. She has this seemingly unnatural ability to choose something that I will adore but would either never buy for myself or never thought about buying for myself. For instance, this year on Resurrection Sunday she gave me a set of plastic mixing bowls with handles. They are orange, electric blue, and bright green. They aren't anything special, but they are similar to a Tupperware "pancake" bowl she's had since before I was born. I was ecstatic to have a mixing bowl with a handle. And the funky colors were an added bonus. She also got me a kitchen tool for browning hamburger. I've wanted one for a while, but I'm sure I never told her. Maybe I can convince my mom to teach me her magic ways. Then I won't have to ask the internet for help coming up with a good Mother's Day present.

New Favorite Author

 A couple of years ago my mom gave me the book Kissing Adrian for Valentine's Day. I had never heard of the author, Siri L. Mitchell, but the summary on the back didn't sound too bad and I trusted the publisher (Harvest House). I ended up reading the book in a couple of days. I would have finished it the night I started it, but this annoying thing called a job got in the way. It ended up being a great book to read around Valentine's Day. I laughed, I cried, I comiserated, I laughed some more. The downside? The book ended and I wanted my own Adrian to kiss. I shared the book with my friend Jen, and then passed it along to some youth group girls--where I think the book is still making the rounds.

Fast forward a couple of years to last week. My friend Jen and I were taking a trip to the library, and I saw Kissing Adrian in her stack of books to return. She told me she's checked it out from the library several times since she first borrowed it from me. She then went on to tell me about other books she's read by Siri Mitchell. I felt like such a dunce. Why did it never occur to me to see if the woman had written other books? I made sure I stopped by the M section of adult fiction at the library before leaving. My library only had two books authored by Siri, so I grabbed the longest one. (I would have taken both of them, but my arms were already full of audiobooks. I didn't want to look greedy.) As a side note, I went to Library Awesome with Jen later this week and found they have all the rest of Siri's books. I can't wait to make another trip to the library on Monday!

Last night I finished Chateau of Echoes. It was...amazing. Siri wove together the stories of a 15th century child bride and a 21st century widow set in Brittany, France. It's a magnificient story of finding oneself. The characters are complex and realistic. The book is amazing, and Siri Mitchell is officially my new favorite author!

Your Thoughts Please

What does it say about our society when people actually pay money for things like water, dirt, and rocks?

On Being an Adult

Why? Oh, why did I ever think being an adult was going to be so wonderful? Today is the fifth day of summer vacation, and I have not been able to sleep past 8:30! That's so ridiculous. I don't want to sleep all day, but it would be nice to sleep until mid-morning.

What they should tell you as a kid is that adults have bills to pay, rarely live in the same neighborhood as their best friends, and worst of all can't sleep past 8 am even when they want to!