wow my brother was telling me this joke and he said
"if you’re fighting with a woman and she pulls a knife on you, just pull out the bread and cheese and meat and her womanly instincts will kick in and she’ll just make you a sandwich"
then all of a sudden our mom emerges from the kitchen holding a huge ass knife and she approaches my brother asking “sorry what was that?” and he started screaming
100000000 points to mom.
I drove Kaleb to the airport today. So that sucked. And consequently tonight and tomorrow will suck. But! He was here for almost 4 full days. And that most certainly did not suck. In fact, it was the opposite of suck. It was full of awesome.
Friday - We went to Portillo’s for lunch. We went to Octane for dinner with my parents. We snagged one of my roomies (Natalie) and went to Woodman’s and Kaleb bought us lots of booze. And then one of Nat’s friends came over and we just hung out for a while and had a beer.
Saturday - We (Kaleb, Natalie, Sam - other roommate, and I) got up early and drove to my fam’s lake house. I went for a 7 mile run on the lake. Beautiful! We went for brunch at Novak’s. Nom nom banana walnut french toast. Then we went back to the house and ran into my brothers and a bunch of his huge bro friends. Then we went out of the boat for a while. We switched from boat to beach with my brothers and then almost had to bail one of them out of jail. So that was interesting. We went to the beach, went to Gordy’s for dinner (thanks for all the foodz Kaleb!), went back to the house and I did my first beer bong with my youngest brother. Yup, that happened. And then we sat and listened to their idiotic, but hilarious conversations for a while. Then sober Kaleb drove our (Nat, me, and Sam) intoxicated selves home.
Sunday - The four of us went to church, grocery shopping, and then Jersey Mike’s for lunch. Then Kaleb and I went to my parent’s house to celebrate my and Brent’s birthdays! :D I love seeing Kaleb with my family. And then when we got home we watched Divergent online and complained about how it was no where near as good as the book. But we didn’t finish it because I got super sleepy. Probably because it was a sucky movie.
Monday - We went to Stockholm Inn for Swedish pancakes. Because Kaleb likes getting Swedish pancakes with me. : ))))) He told me that Sunday and I about died on the inside. He does things that make my heart flip. Then we came home and finished Divergent. And again, talked about how we were not pleased. Then documented that on Instagram. Then we finished watching X-Men: Days of Future Past on the internet. And he was super satisfied with it. As I knew he would be. : ) Then we left for the airport. We stopped in Elgin to get Oberweis and it was Kaleb’s first time and it was DELICIOUS. Nom nom nom. We really like food. Then I drove him the rest of the way to the airport. He was about to shut my car door when he pulled it back open, leaned inside, and said, “One more kiss.” Heart flips again. But then his backpack got stuck on the top of the car. I couldn’t help but laugh. Goodness, I love that kid.
And now it’s Monday night and I’m drinking the hard rootbeer he left here and being sad he’s not here. But mostly being happy he was here. And happy that I know the exact next time I’ll see him. And I’ll be in Louisville next time. I can’t wait to see his place. : ) I love that kid a lot. The end.
i love kissing so much how it can be soft and romantic or hard and passionate or lazy and sleepy or affectionate and then it’s like you like the person and they like you because you are kissing and it’s just you two and you can close your eyes and there will be nothing in the world except that
He talked about how he sees God in the rhythm of music. In a song he performed on the violin, he remarked on how the bass line seemed to disappear, but that was because it was leading to the most beautiful part of the song. And such as in life: When God may seem distant, He is leading to something beautiful beyond the darkness. The rhythm may be quiet, but it’s what we build our life on. We can’t have music without it.
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?