photoshooting and snippets.

Today we had a sleep over.
All the east-coast little Latshaws came over.
And so we had a photo shoot.
Naturally.

And also?
In the past 24 hours I have made a peanut butter cake and a peanut butter pie. At this rate, I will be making peanut butter ice cream by the end of Saturday, I suppose.
Yes, I like peanut butter.

We also jumped on the trampoline.
And tried to catch a frog.
He wouldn’t be caught.
Not tonight, anyway.
And not for lack of trying, either.

I have counted 45 mosquito bites on me.
FORTY-FIVE.
Um, I would call this ridic.

I went on a run tonight.
In the dark.
There was heat lightning flashing above me.
There were fireflies making the fields glisten around me.
It was enough to make me fall in love with the world all over again.
Darn world.
I try to decide it’s not worth it, opening my heart to life the way I do.
But then life proves beautiful, anyway.
Despite my sadness.
Despite my disappointment.
It’s like trying to fall out of love with someone who is frustratingly wonderful.
And you find yourself captivated. Again.
That’s how it is with me and this old world, I guess.

I had a long conversation with a dear friend today.
She read me a prayer she had written for me back in April.
I am so lucky; not everyone gets to hear those kinds of words, I think.
And I am loved.

I have been playing some solitaire again recently.
Shoot.
I thought the days of solitaire were over.
The last time I played solitaire–well, things were bleak.
And now I find myself reaching for my phone late at night;
I like to escape a little into the world of math and black and red and aces and such.
I suppose there are worse things.

And surprisingly, I find myself wanting to write a happy song.
It has not yet happened, mind you, but the want for it is there.
And that’s something.

My nephew Judah asked if he could have chips at midnight.
He is five; of course he can’t.
“But they’re my favorite, Jess!” he said.
I looked at the chips. Salt and Vinegar. My favorite too.
“Okay, Judes,” I said. “We’ll eat them together.”
Sleep overs don’t happen every night. Nephews aren’t always five. Two very good reasons to eat chips at midnight, I’d say.

It finally feels nice and hot round here.
It’s bathing suit weather.
I ran by two guys drinking beer on a back porch tonight, their words drifting off into the warm night air.
It felt like summer; I was happy to witness it.

Um, lately, all I wanna do is handstands.
Case in point.

But Charis asked if she could take my handstand picture and work her magic. I heard much giggling coming from the girls and my computer as they repeatedly forbade me from looking until the project was ready. And what a project it turned out to be…I would show it, but I think it just might be too hideous.
Sorry.