Memories for miles and miles....

I'm finding lately, that the simplest things, the most common, everyday things are taking my breath away. A baseball double play, a hug form a kid, a phone call, a sunset, a really great book, best friends, your favorite sweatshirt.

it's all so normal. but it's all so special.

I'm thankful for the every day. For it's constantsy. I'm thankful for it's sweet beauty and simplicity. Thankful that it's all i need.

I love singing in the car, i love being sun-kissed, i love feeling so tired at the end of the day when you've laughed a lot, i love dirty feet and tired bodies. I love sitting around a making plans, and actually doing them.

There is so much I can do, but i don't want to do any of it alone because life is better with company, and its too short to see the ocean by yourself.

I guess I need to find some people who will be willing to plan and dream and build with me.

The smell of summer is thick in my hair tonight. I'm the kind of happy that comes from jumping into the pool and hugging the people you love.

I'm not a toucher, really it's not my love language persay...but there are specific people whose hugs make my world spin on it's axis the right way, and push all the pieces of my heart together.  and the truth is, i haven't hugged those people in awhile. I think sometimes we forget about how simple but how altering a hug can be.and how completely you can feel found when it happens.  But, that is to say, i'm not going to die on that hill.

And i think i've been doing a pretty great job of just loving people and taking care of things lately, but don't quote me on that. You'd have to ask the people around me.

and i don't actually want to know the answer.

but i've been trying. I've been listening and thinking and doing what i think is right. I've been reminding myself that love doesnt keep score and that it doesn't cost anything to be nice.

But right now, in the this very minute of my life. I'm thankful for little boys who love me, and summer nights and worship songs and memories you can pull up and can make you feel the exact what you did when it orginally happened.

I'm in the business of memory making, and the ones lately have been so sweet and dripping with sweetness that i cannot smile any bigger if i tried.

So here's the beautiful weekend, for not having unreasonably expectations, for loving people the best way i know and for letting roll out the way it will.

Because there's nothing i can do about it anyway.