"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Happy Things

I don't really want the world to think I see the glass as perpetually half-empty, so let's fill this blog halfway up with happy things. :]

First and foremost, my new profile image. It's me and my youngest cousin [youngest out of ALL of them, mind you!], whom we shall call D-Van on here. He's absolutely adorable, and I love that picture of the two of us.

Second, cider mills. Went to one today with my family and our neighbors, who also happen to have two adorable children. The oldest just learned her address and likes to recite it randomly--she's a very good little girl--and her brother laughs at everything.

Third, Panera babies. I saw the cutest little kids on Friday at work. Twins, a boy and a girl, less than a year old, curled up together in their stroller. One of the purest, nicest, most beautiful things I've ever seen in my whole life. Of course, they had those piercing eyes, the kind that see straight through to your soul and make your heart melt.

Of course, there are happy things that don't involve children, too. Like movies that came out when I was little that are now free with OnDemand. Or books I haven't read in years winding up next to my bed because I finally dusted them off.

Or taking a nap on a backyard swing, drifting in and out while writing a journal entry to my sister in our sacred NoteBook.

Like I said, happy things. My glass isn't half-empty. It just has to be refilled every now and then.

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