loved.
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Loved Ones, Thoughts and Feelings
as bounce, broken hearts, contentment, cue, daisy, day, full bloom, gerber daisy, Happy, happy valentine, home, lump, many names, soft spot, spot, step tomorrow, tomorrow, Valentine, valentine s day, wait, yellow pants
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Tonight, I am hanging out with two very special people: my friends, Betsy and Todd. And Betsy made some adorable cupcakes and let me help her decorate them. I especially liked the broken hearted one. I have a soft spot in my heart for broken hearts, I guess.
Right now I feel very content. I don’t mind this feeling at all. No, wait. I do mind it, actually. In the sense that one should mind their manners, at least. I pay attention to this sense of contentment. I listen to it. I realize it. I tell it to please be at home here. I take a cue from Betsy and Todd and set out a gerber daisy in full bloom beside the guest bed, in hopes that contentment will know just how very welcome it is.
And Valentine’s Day.
It doesn’t hurt.
I think I will walk with a bounce in my step tomorrow and try to smile at as many people as I can. I will hope that love has found each and every one of them, just as it has found me, again and again, though I try to hide somtimes. I am ridiculous. I am like a child, pulling the blanket over my still form on the bed, thinking that love won’t know what the me-shaped lump is and so pass me by. But, no. Love finds me. It has so many names, love does.
God.
My parents.
My family.
My friends.
My pups and kitties.
Too bad I didn’t pack anything red to wear tomorrow.
I suppose my yellow pants will have to do.
May you be found in love . Always. Not just on the day that Hallmark made up, but every last one of them.
blue jeans and broken hearts.
in Funny Stuff, Loved Ones, photography
as blue jeans, broken hearts, Forever, Jess, letter of the law, mannequin, pop, something, spirit of the law, XXI
I went on a little excursion with my parents today.
And you never do know what my pop is gonna say at any given moment.
While we were walking through Forever XXI, he motioned to something and said, Look Jess, that’s you!
I looked in the general direction of his gesture and saw a mannequin.
Oh, I said, Is it because the mannequin is tall and skinny?
No, my pop corrected me, I didn’t mean the mannequin; I meant this sign…Which is when he once again pointed to something, but this time made sure I saw it:
And sure enough, I was wearing blue jeans.
And sure enough, my heart is a little worse for the wear right now.
But, well, I couldn’t help but laugh. And so did my mom and pop. Cause it was funny and random and a big sign that my pop said was me.
And then I couldn’t help but take a picture. And then I was told by an employee that I couldn’t take a picture. And then she made me erase it while she watched, as if I couldn’t be trusted. Which was actually smart on her part, because I was totally planning on apologizing and not erasing it. But you know, all the best plans or something like that.
And then a little later, and after much thought given to the spirit of the law verses the letter of the law–otherwise known as rationalization–I snuck back into Forever XXI, camera in hand. I looked left and right and then snapped a shot. And then bought a pair of pants, I felt so guilty.
Okay, so I bought the pants because they were red plaid and $7.99, not really because I felt guilty at all.
But at least I was a paying customer. Even if I was taking black market pictures for my blog…
But can you blame me? After all, I am the personification of blue jeans and broken hearts. Which is exactly why I should be pardoned, should this crime ever get back to the Forever XXI police.
