This morning, I saw my future boyfriend again. He was eyeing me from behind his pew. I stared back but he didn’t look away. His caramel-colored eyes had the affect of melting me and he knew it. So, I fought fire with fire; I flashed him a smile like only I can do. And that did the trick.
He reached out…
The workings of a really great post were swirling around in my head earlier tonight. Unfortunately, they got lost somewhere between dinner and home. So, all you get is this…
It’s the Tuesday before lent officially begins. Often referred to as Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras, or Shrove Tuesday, this day is one of fattening up on rich foods in preparation for fasting and prayer — for some that is. For others, it is a day of confession. And, for many, it is just another day.
In preparation for my planned break from Facebook (FB) and Twitter, I’ve removed the apps from myPhone. Additionally, I’ve temporarily deactivated my FB account. Call me paranoid, but I don’t want to return from my leave to find my walls slathered with graffiti I would normally delete immediately. Besides, one never knows when FB will changed their rules on privacy settings — AGAIN. During the coming weeks, I want to be able to walk away and not look back until I am ready to do so.
I realize that I am not making any real sacrifice here. It’s not like I am giving up blogging or running (not that I’m doing much of that). It’s more of a gift (of time and reflection) than a sacrifice.
Although I am not fasting in any way, I am happy to take part in the indulgence of rich foods, friendship, and fun on this Tuesday night. As for confession, I guess I’m not that good of a Catholic girl. The only confession I’ve made is to my dear friend, Wendy. I’m pretty sure that God already knows what I’ve done anyhow.
As for YaYa, he is considering a fast from computer games, television, or sweets. Now, THAT is real sacrifice. Still, if he gives it up, I guess I do too.
The sky is blue, the sun is shining, and the trees all around the office are producing the most lovely flowers. I love this time of year.
There are so many ways to show love and appreciation. Everyone has their own unique style. Although I tend to hate that, on today, some have a tendency to demand acts of love because the calendar says it’s Valentine’s Day.
Don’t get me wrong; I love a little romance. But, I’m also one who loves the personalization and thought of a hand written note, and the simplicity of a single handpicked rose. Tom and I enjoyed sharing Valentine’s at this level. I think we both appreciated taking the pressure demands of extravagant gifts out of our relationship. This is one reason why I was so touched to discover Donald’s blog post saying simply that he loves and appreciates his lovely bride. In the end, isn’t that what matters?
Speaking of showing the love, one of you (my dear sweet readers) gave me an incredible gift today. This gift arrived by email with a heartfelt note (the card) accompanying an MP3 file which I downloaded to hear the most beautiful song written just for me. As predicted, the song brought me to tears: bringing back memories of a journey which was both difficult and blessed with acts of love similar to this. The song, personal as it is, will not be shared here but I will say that the lyrics and accompanying guitar picking was simply beautiful.