in which… A lost photograph

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Found this picture buried in my jump drive.

At this moment, I kind of miss Africa…

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in which… Memories are shared

 

in which… Happiness is defined

Happiness is…

Getting off work three hours early.
Four new Threadless t-shirts.
Chinese with Hannah.
Peach smoothies.
My song on the radio.
Clay on his way home.
Killswitch Engage.
A verse written just for me.
Instagram.
40 cent Jane Austen classics.
Random compliments from strangers.
Halo marathons with my siblings.
Being adjusted back to my own timezone.

Pictures from Africa coming soon…

in which… I’m Africa bound

I leave town in a few hours, and fly out at 11 tomorrow morning.

I’m so ready to go. I’ve said my goodbyes, and the longer I’m in town, the harder it gets to actually leave. If I wait much longer, I might bail out…

I’ll be home on the 22nd, so until then;

Ime ku lota Iwe

[I dream of you]

in which… Sister love

Had a photoshoot done with Micaela a while back and I got the pictures in the other day. We were asked to be test subjects and got free pictures out of it. So of course we jumped on that chance. She’s away at camp this week, and I can’t wait for her to get back and see them. Thought I’d post a few for you to enjoy the cuteness.

And one of me, because I’m awesome like that.

in which… I’m sharing tunes

I dug through a bin of records at a trashy antique shop for 20 minutes before finding a beauty with this number on it. This song is in my top 5 list of favorite songs. And it takes A LOT to be in that list. I love lots of songs. But not many make it to my top 5.

In case you wondering, this, my friends, is music.

My heart is cryin’, cryin’ lonely teardrops

My pillows never dry of lonely teardrops
Come home, come home

Just say you will, say you will (say you will) Say you will (say you will) Hey, hey (say you will)

Just give me another chance, for our romance. Come on and tell me that one day you’ll return. Cause everyday that you’ve been gone away, you know my heart does nothing but burn

Cryin’ lonely teardrops. My pillows never dry of lonely teardrops
Come home, come home

Just say you will, say you will

in which… my Dad is amazing

I made coffee in my french press… And drank all of it… Hence the 1 AM blog…

So technically, it’s not Father’s day anymore… But it’s still Sunday in my mind, as I haven’t slept yet…

I was going to write a Father’s day post earlier but got caught up in homework and then decided to crash with my family afterwards. Because even better than writing about Father’s day, is spending time with said Father.

In honor of the day, I combed through some old family pics.

Not sure how old I was in this picture… I’m going to take a guesstimate at 6ish… Maybe 7.

Cheesing it up. And there’s a helpful date-stamp on this one. I was 13 in this picture. Craaaazy.

I love that guy. I’m one of those kids that irritates people cause I always talk about how great my parents are.

But seriously, they ‘re amazing. You have no idea.

One of the most precious memories I’ve got of my Dad, and one I’ll probably always have stored in the ‘favorites’ jar, is a recent acquirement. It was during one of those parent-child talks (pretty sure I initiated it though…) and those are always great talks in our house. It’s an amazing memory, where I actually watched my Dad slowly come to the realization that I was moving down a path he didn’t truly enjoy… Yet he respected me enough to let me grow. And I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt more loved than when I watched him sit back and smile at me, with tears in his eyes, and show me with his emotion how much he respected me, in allowing changes he didn’t want to accept, but knew I was ready for. That is a crazy, crazy love.

 “It’s okay. Seasons are changing and waves are crashing and stars are falling all for us… It’s okay…” -Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Love ya, Dad