Thursday, July 29, 2010

these are a few of my favorite things...

Our cute new kitchen table. Alex and Kaitlin- you two have outdone yourselves.

John Mayer- always. I can never get enough.

Moving- maybe if I list this as one of my favorite things I will start to think of it as such.

Do you lilac it? This color is genius. Go out and see for yourselves.

Barton Springs- what a lovely afternoon this was with my dear friend Kambly.

Lastly- my sleep sound. What would I do without you to lull me to sleep each and every night?

Hope your summer so far has been full of your very favorite things!

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

it's my blog and I'll post when I want to.

I know my updates have been far and few between -hence the sassy title of this post. Have no fear though, this summer has been GOOD. And I mean almost as good as the crispy veggie rolls from Thai Cottage II. Well, instead of dishing out juicy dets about my life, I would like to go into something deeper with you. I know, I know, you are SO curious about my life, but dry your tears because this is better.

I know what you are thinking after simply reading the title: She is a horrible blogger who seems kind of uptight OR her title sounds just like the song "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to." Let's hope you are thinking the latter. Well my friends, let us divulge into that old song shall we? If you are like me, the only time you hear this song is...wait when do you hear this song? I for one cannot bring to memory a certain instance when someone busted out into this chorus. Yes, I would say I have heard it quite a few times in these blessed 20 years, but certain times I cannot recall. I am sure little girls sing it at their birthday parties when they do not get the barbie jeep they wanted, or these days, the iphone that they wanted, but how do they even know this song? It seems to have seeped into our lives with such slyness. Well for anyone interested, I have taken the liberty of researching this age old "hymn."

Lesley Gore wrote "It's My Party" in 1963 at the age of 16. Way to really make a name for yourself at such a young age girlfriend. Meet Lesley:

You want to see a music video? Well no worries because I have got that for ya! Please note that she looks like she does not even belong. She is in business casual attire, aging her about 20 years, but I just can't seem to get over the fact that she looks photoshopped into her own music video. Those youngins behind her sure are gettin' it though.

After watching the music video, you realize you have to give her some slack because she was dealing with a lot here people. Johnny was not giving her the time of day, and in turn he was spitting some game to another girl- Judy. Obviously, Lesley was distraught...I mean it was HER party so she COULD cry if she wanted to. Guess what though? In another song off the same album, Johnny comes back to her. YES! I am sure the world was worried about her after listening to "It's my party," but kudos to you Lesley for getting him back in what probably wasn't a hit entitled "Judy's turn to cry."

Well, I hope that I could educate you today on the origin of a song that, well, we do not really know when or why we sing it. So when you bust it out at your own birthday party, your next bar mitzvah or even (hopefully not) all alone in your room, be assured that Lesley was okay and YOU will be too my friend. Until next time...

Thursday, July 8, 2010

miss you.

Dear Allyson,
Thank you. Thank you for teaching me what child like faith really means. Matthew 18:3 says, Then he said, “I tell you the truth, unless you turn from your sins and become like little children, you will never get into the Kingdom of Heaven." You showed me the realness of this. You showed me how to live humbly, free from selfish ambtition, hanging wholly and helplessly on the Father. What a blessing that my life collided with you and your seven year old self this summer. You not only affected me, but others who heard your story as I told them with tears in my eyes. Thank you for listening to what the Father said to you. Thank you for showing me what it meant to long after Christ and want more of Him. Though you knew nothing about God when you came to camp, you left having experienced His presence in a way that some people will never experience. Thank you for all the questions you asked. Thank you for asking to hear more bible stories because you did not even know who Adam and Eve were, much less who David and Goliath were. Thank you for waiting your turn and having patience, when most of the other girls thought only of themselves. Do not be discouraged because you have a hard time reading and you cannot always talk right because none of that matters. What you have found is our Father and that is worth more than gold. Remember when we talked about how He knew how many hairs were on your head? While most people shrug that little fact off, you touched your hair and looked at me with amazement. Thank you for showing me what TRUE child like faith is. So pure and so easy. You always wanted to know more, even when you could be playing with your friends or playing with toys your mom and dad sent you. Instead, you sat on the porch with Kelly and I while we got the privilege to tell you more about your Creator. I will never forget the light in your eyes as you learned more about our sweet Jesus. You are cherished. You are different. I love you. But He loves you more.

Your friend,

"Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."