residential eyesore to every other person, but to me…it was too good to be true. this house sold today, so it was not in the lord's plans for us… somehow it still hurts… and i mourn an opportunity lost… and try to console myself with the sovereignty of his providence.
i told myself i wouldn’t do this, i wouldn’t set my heart on it…somehow the more i prayed the harder it was to see anything else… my faith can be so weak. my god is so patient.
um... i am lo to family, lola to others, "sunshine" so says hubby. daughter, friend, wife and mother. i always tear up when i laugh. i never grew very tall, i round up to 5’-1”. i fit just under hubby’s chin. he likes that. i married my first kiss, we are still in love. i am just like my dad. he inspired me to love architecture. i was a misfit arch grad of ‘06. i call my mom daily. we are very close. i wish they didn’t live so far away. i love my city, seattle, green and watery. i want to have a big family. i love inky pens & swing jackets with large buttons. i love the look of cursive, even illegible cursive like mine. i have mastered architectural lettering. i use it when i am not being lazy. i am entirely right brained. i work in an engineering department, how did that happen? i’m inspired by william morris, the smell of soap and dessert wine. my limit is 1 drink. cosmopolitan, heavy on the juice please. i love vintage dishware and lamps with drum shades. james taylor speaks to something in my childhood. something about sourgrass, paper bark trees and drippy sand castles. i am more me everyday. i am a child of God. i have been blessed.
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