Word of the Day - 2/25

~things i love~

Amidst a flurry of furious snowflakes, a minion of evil viruses and the whoosh as our busy lives rush by, I wanted to stop, rest and take a brief moment of repose on this sweet Friday morning. I've been thinking about things that make me happy - perhaps as a way to escape from the harsh realities with which life smacks us in the face sometimes. Here is a short list of silly, serious and wildly important things, all of which I love today, brought to you by my little word of the day.

co·pa·cet·ic adj \ˌkō-pə-ˈse-tik\
Definition of COPACETIC
: very satisfactory

This guy? Man, he has us wrapped around his little finger. This photo? It's a print from his 18-month shoot. The session was insanely bad; the photographer got about 6 pictures - and I hated all 6. I had a tired, cranky boy who was awoken from a nap to get pictures done - & unbeknownst to me, a day away from the full-blown flu. But you know, this lovely picture emerged from the ashes. And it's not bad; I think I might even like it now.

Years of wishing and dreaming are about to come to an end. We are getting our new bed today and I am beside myself with glee. We've had a California-style frame (the plain, metal one that you hide with a bed skirt) since we've been married. Before I was married, I had a smaller version of the CA frame since I was a wee child. Getting a real bed - made with real wood - it's beyond exciting. I can hardly wait for the hours of blissful sleep it will provide in the coming years.

Since I was quite small, I have been equally fascinated and horrified by this beautiful tale, which is most well-by the beautiful artwork of Maurice Sendak. However, I came across this quaint little print and fell in love with this different perspective; still somewhat scary but beautiful in its innocence and simplicity.

I love this picture.

It's from February 6th 2010; the day my world nearly shattered into a million pieces.

Want to know a secret? Although I had to wade through the deepest night of terrifying unknowns, dark nightmares and bone-aching sorrow, I wouldn't take it back - not for anything.

Why? Because along the way, I was buoyed up by the faith of a million prayers, surrounded by the most incredible support group of loving family & friends, and blessed with a calm assurance that everything would be ok. Because what I found on the other side of those absolutely desperate, lonely hours was the most incredible joy I've ever known. The image above is a vivid reminder to me that Faith is strong, Hope will get you through and Miracles have not ceased.
One year later, thankfully, we find ourselves well, solid, whole.

Blank slate. Blinking cursor. A fresh sheet of clean, white paper.

Whatever medium it may be, I love the beckoning of that empty space, eagerly waiting to be filled. And while it may seem like my blog would show otherwise, I enjoy the writing process immensely. So, I'm getting my ducks in a row, my writing manuals unearthed and my mind cleared. I'm ready to write something: something good; something great; or maybe something completely awful. Whatever the case, I'm back - and it's time to get to work.