Fatty's Surprise Wedding

My sister was married yesterday on the beach.
The new husband and wife duo played in the water just after the hitchin'.
Also present was my parents' granddog, Higgins.

The Greatest Commandment

This is my last post for a while. I'm sad. So knowing this is my last chance to talk to you through this, I've been trying to think if I could give you anything of substance. I'd planned on talking about Leanne and Louis, but in all my excitement of the last post I told their story.

So if I could write a fortune cookie for you, I would tell you to LOVE. Love. And not the o, ain't that cute kind of love. I'm talking about the full on, there's no way you can misunderstand me because its written all over me kind of love. The kind of love that even when you botch things, get mad, win, lose, pout, or smile, its still there.

God has that kind of love for me. When I'm spittin' mad at Him for taking FOREVER to do things, when I giggle because I can feel Him smiling at me, when I'm so heartbroken it hurts to breathe, He's still right there, loving me.

Proverbs is my favorite book of the Bible. It just calms my soul to have His words pour into my heart. A lot of the book is about wisdom, but love is mentioned as well. In Proverbs 27:5 it says, "Better is open rebuke than hidden love." Wow. Let that soak in for a sec. Hidden Love. I'd much rather you yell at me than never let me know I'm loved.

You are loved by this short Texan, and I hope you know it. Because you are. Physical contact makes me nauseous, but it doesn't mean I don't love you any less. I'm following my heart by loving you. Besides, God has told me the same thing He's told you. Love. It wasn't a suggestion. Or a polite it-would-be-cool-if-you-loved-others kind of thing. You and I are COMMANDED to love.

And don't just love the people that are easy to love. Love the quiet ones. The loud ones. The ones who are stressed out, and the ones who can take every punch life throws their way and still have a smile on their face. Love the ones who irritate you. Love the ones who you don't even know how God brought them into your life because you are so different. Love them.

Because when you love them, you're actually loving Him too.

This Too Shall Pass

I can't go on talking forever. Take this blog for example, this is my 199th post. My 200th post will be my last. Every story needs an ending. And I do love happy endings so that's how I'll end my blog!

I'm ending it with a marriage! Not mine. I'm terrified of being close to someone. One day someone will save me from myself. In the meantime, I'll continue loving on the ones God has placed in my life and bask in the afterglow of my sister. She's getting married soon! Just thinking about her as a wife brings a smile to my face.

Munch and Fatty met over five years ago. He was a businessman from Florida, she was a model in Houston. The first time they met he asked for her number. She said no but gave him her mailing address and said he could write. Do you know what he did? He wrote! For months, something came from Florida to Texas at least once a week. Flowers, a card, a letter. Persistence won out. At the end of six months she gave him her number. The rest is history. June 25th they leave for Instanbul on their honeymoon!

Knight Rider

Today I helped Courtney move. I'm not the strongest person out there, but I've got two hands, a vehicle and I'm fiercely devoted to my friends, especially ones who need help. So a few of us were helping her make the move this morning.

David, one of the guys helping, rode with me on a few of the trips. He'd not been in my car before so he was asking me questions and whatnot about it. On one of the trips, I asked him if he wanted to drive. Truth be told I like just riding around in my car, especially if people want to drive it. I've got no problem being chauffeured.

As he was driving he turned my automatic car into a manual stickshift. Yep, I typed that right. It's electric, but you can still use the shifter to shift into different gears. No clutch either! Plus I can't burn up the motor because if the RPMs go too high the car automatically shifts into the gear it needs to be. Now, I learned how to drive a stickshift on a backhoe and that was years ago. I'm not driving a backhoe anymore, I'm driving the car that I will one day, far far away from now, own. So I just stick with what I'm comfortable, so it usually stays on automatic. But for those of you who like manuals, and you wanna take a turn in my car, you're welcome to.

I knew the car was smart, I'm just waiting for it to start talking to me...

Why Don't You Have Kids?

Tonight my evening was full of curly-headed girls. I went over to play with Courtney and the two year old she's babysitting. This little girl is the epitome of cute. She's a little red-head with curls and talks a mile a minute. Her room is a bubble gum pink with white polka dots and princess things everywhere. She's cute as a button. Seriously.

We were sitting on the couch all three of us. Courtney, Me and her. She's just gotten out of the bathtub and is drinking her milk before going to bed. She is talking to Courtney and I about how all three of us have curly hair. She tells us the colors of our hair, black, brown, and red, respectively.

After the hair conversation, she asks me if I'm sleeping over. I tell her no and she asks me the question every little kid is a huge fan of. "Why?" So I tell her my jammies and my bed are at my house so I'm going to sleep there. "Ok, where are your kids?" I don't have any. "Is Palmer your kid?" No, he's just a friend of mine. (Palmer is also two and I've hung out with him a few times when Courtney has babysat him. I helped him swim on Memorial day a few weeks back. He's quiet, but he likes me.)

The conversation continued between us girls. "Are you a mom?" No. "Why?" Uh. At this point I look at Courtney with a what am I supposed to tell her look on my face. Courtney laughs then says to me in a whisper, Twist the knife, huh? My response, also whispered back, Seriously. And from the corner of the couch, the two year old sprite with red curls parrots back, "Seriously."

Man, those little kids can hear a lot better than I thought they could! They're like little versions of people. Who knew?!