She didn't even care that this project is for her...
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
home
home (hm) noun
1. A place where one lives; a residence.
2. A dwelling place together with the family or social unit that occupies it; a household.
3. The place where something is discovered, founded, developed, or promoted; a source.
We are almost home. Well someone's home, which we will hopefully during the upcoming months and throughout the next 15 to 30 years turn into our home. I have been renting a place to put my bed and my few boxes of possessions for the last 6 years. I am not sure what to feel with the permanence that comes with owning a home. My address will no longer change based on my life situation, my life will revolve around this hub of a home. I can paint, knock down walls, change the carpet and put the sarah stamp on it without having to ask anyone. I will finally get to the bottom of the boxes that have never really been unpacked because I just know I will move again.
This town will also be my home again. Although I grew up here it is different to come back, be married, have a job and really live here. This small town has a way of wrapping its arms around you and holding on. I love knowing someone who loves us is only a phone call away and that there is always a farmers market on Thursday mornings. The Regent theater will continue to be the best place to see a movie and Corky's will always mark the beginning of spring.
So home will be home again. And I think that will be great.
1. A place where one lives; a residence.
2. A dwelling place together with the family or social unit that occupies it; a household.
3. The place where something is discovered, founded, developed, or promoted; a source.
We are almost home. Well someone's home, which we will hopefully during the upcoming months and throughout the next 15 to 30 years turn into our home. I have been renting a place to put my bed and my few boxes of possessions for the last 6 years. I am not sure what to feel with the permanence that comes with owning a home. My address will no longer change based on my life situation, my life will revolve around this hub of a home. I can paint, knock down walls, change the carpet and put the sarah stamp on it without having to ask anyone. I will finally get to the bottom of the boxes that have never really been unpacked because I just know I will move again.
This town will also be my home again. Although I grew up here it is different to come back, be married, have a job and really live here. This small town has a way of wrapping its arms around you and holding on. I love knowing someone who loves us is only a phone call away and that there is always a farmers market on Thursday mornings. The Regent theater will continue to be the best place to see a movie and Corky's will always mark the beginning of spring.
So home will be home again. And I think that will be great.
Friday, February 19, 2010
holy sunlight.
days like today make me long for summer. when the snow has been here for so long it seems as if the world has always been white. a glimpse of green makes my heart pound a little faster and if i find a spot that has been warmed by the sun i will take a moment longer to linger there.
oh glorious sunshine. you have a way of reaching down into the frozen part of me and adding a little glimmer of hope that spring will come. flowers will bloom and grass will grow. on the nights that i lay awake and shiver i will soon sweat through wishing for some relief from the heat. but for now i will dream of sunny days, open windows and a world bursting with life
for now i will sit in this sunny spot until it no longer shines on me and i will breath deep of the fresh air around me and be thankful for the sunshine.
thank you lord for the sun.
oh glorious sunshine. you have a way of reaching down into the frozen part of me and adding a little glimmer of hope that spring will come. flowers will bloom and grass will grow. on the nights that i lay awake and shiver i will soon sweat through wishing for some relief from the heat. but for now i will dream of sunny days, open windows and a world bursting with life
for now i will sit in this sunny spot until it no longer shines on me and i will breath deep of the fresh air around me and be thankful for the sunshine.
thank you lord for the sun.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
a deep dark secret...
I long to be great at something. To wow the crowd without being the center of attention. To have my father look at me with pride and my mother to look at me with the smile that says you are amazing. To overhear my husband talking about me with the ear to ear smile and affection for his wife dripping from his words. To the kids I hope to have I want them to think I am the greatest, funest, bestest mom ever – not to the standard of the other moms around me but to that of the child that is flesh of my flesh.
Just something small would be great. To be a thinker, a writer, a painter or the best chocolate chip cookies maker. Just something to follow my name.
“Hi I am Sarah...I love to _______ (fill in passion here)”
I understand that as Sarah I have been blessed with many talents and abilities. While others may not wish for the gift of organization or compulsive cleaning, they do make up a part of me. But I wish for something out of the ordinary to be the extraordinary in me.
Just something small would be great. To be a thinker, a writer, a painter or the best chocolate chip cookies maker. Just something to follow my name.
“Hi I am Sarah...I love to _______ (fill in passion here)”
I understand that as Sarah I have been blessed with many talents and abilities. While others may not wish for the gift of organization or compulsive cleaning, they do make up a part of me. But I wish for something out of the ordinary to be the extraordinary in me.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
quiet.
for the first time today the phone stopped ringing in the office and people have stopped passing through. it is that time of day when everyone goes home and i am here still in the peace and quiet. ahhhhhhhh.
off to chicago for the weekend to celebrate the hubby's birthday!
off to chicago for the weekend to celebrate the hubby's birthday!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
so my journey has continued despite my commitment issues to this blog.
running has becoming something i look forward to. a little. it does not compare to things like a cup of coffee in the morning, new shoes or a day to sleep in. but it is right up there with hitting all green lights or seeing that the bed is made when i get home. it does however give me a great sense of accomplishment. while it is only a mile to a mile and a half i can do it. i can do it without feeling like my head is spinning or my legs are going to fall off. i can do with consistent breath and no side cramps. it has become my escape for a few minutes where i get to chose the music, i decide where to go and how fast, and lucy the lab just tags along.
i hope to increase my distance soon. which i am sure will bring its own share of problems. self doubt, sore shins and a tired lucy the lab. but it will be good to push myself. right?
the diet is the hardest part for me....we can talk about that later.
here's to another week.
running has becoming something i look forward to. a little. it does not compare to things like a cup of coffee in the morning, new shoes or a day to sleep in. but it is right up there with hitting all green lights or seeing that the bed is made when i get home. it does however give me a great sense of accomplishment. while it is only a mile to a mile and a half i can do it. i can do it without feeling like my head is spinning or my legs are going to fall off. i can do with consistent breath and no side cramps. it has become my escape for a few minutes where i get to chose the music, i decide where to go and how fast, and lucy the lab just tags along.
i hope to increase my distance soon. which i am sure will bring its own share of problems. self doubt, sore shins and a tired lucy the lab. but it will be good to push myself. right?
the diet is the hardest part for me....we can talk about that later.
here's to another week.
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