The horror

I just read the following line on the blog of a person completely unrelated to me that shall remain nameless.


... Much to my husband's chagrin. (is it sad I only know that word because of the Twilight books :) 


Yes, yes it is. I am weeping for womankind right now.

Three years ago today...

Andrew asked me to marry him.

He had accomplices, and Gab was sneaky and filmed the security cameras.

I said yes.

And no, I didn't fall down, I just didn't know what to do with myself towering over him -- it felt weird, so I got down, then felt dumb and got back up. End result: Lydia looks like a ninny.

Some things never change.

Love

"Responding to true love is part of our very being. We innately desire to reconnect here with the love we felt there. Only as we feel God’s love and fill our hearts with His love can we be truly happy. God’s love fills the immensity of space; therefore, there is no shortage of love in the universe, only in our willingness to do what is needed to feel it." 

Happy Valentine's Day!

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Lovely things

Yes, I'm alive. It's a miracle I'm finally posting here. Taking an extra job in the wee morning hours was a crazy decision, but I love doing what I love. You know.

Just wanted to share something beautiful. (You guys, I'm so hip, I'm posting about obscure foreign artists!)

But really, this is lovely. She is lovely.



Also, I just discovered this blog. I like the author, she is well-spoken (I suppose I should say well-written) and a lovely artist. I'm just full of inspiration these days I guess. Check her out.

And now I'll leave you because it's way past my bedtime... (I can't wait to have a normal schedule again...)

Oh, PS: I get to represent BYU in the TV hard news category of the Hearst Journalism Awards (with another girl from my program). That doesn't really mean too much, just that our news director chose who got to compete in it. But it does mean that I get a shot at it. Hey, it's the small victories.