Take a listen to these fellas. Happy Friday.
Soaked. Hair dripping. Rain. Rain. Rain. It wasn’t the way she imagined spending the first day of October. Crisp Autumn air, apples, pumpkin spice lattes, and colorful leaves would have been much more appropriate. Somehow she was still thankful.
Puddles so big they threatened to jump straight into her shoes as she made her way down the sidewalk. Tiptoeing was absolutely necessary, but her feet were already wet. Oh how she wished for a pair of bright red boots for her trek to the boy’s house.
Why had she decided to walk the four blocks today? Her heart longed for adventure and this was the best way to find it on the days she worked at the office. He would scold her at first for not letting him pick her up, but within seconds he’d remember this is one of the reasons he loves her most. Her soul isn’t satisfied with routines and he couldn’t wait to hear what dreams she had today.
She was exhausted. Years of analyzing every boy she knew and trying to create her Mr. Darcy, without any help from her Savior. The moment she gave Him the brush He slowly started painting this boy into her story.
Her heart was vulnerable in the summer, so naturally he didn’t enter the scene until the trees were bear and the skies heavy with snow. It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was only a matter of weeks before she realized her feet were no longer on solid ground.
There was something in his voice that made her feel like she was home. Something in the way he spun her on the dance floor that made fireworks explode in her chest. Something about the way he looked at her that made her knees go weak. Something about his hands that made her feel like they were where hers belonged. Everything about him was the Mr. Darcy she didn’t even know she wanted.
She told herself he didn’t really love her. Then he took her hand and pulled her into a Waltz in the parking lot… music drifting from his truck and she knew she’d been wrong. There might be other boys who could love her well, but he had her heart for keeps and she was finally ok with the word forever.
Summer nights have this sneaky way of making us forget all about the blistering afternoon heat and wish for summer to stay a little longer. Right? With Autumn tip toeing in … Summer is romancing me and somehow I’ve suddenly forgotten that Fall is actually my favorite season. How tricky you are sweet summertime.
It has something to do with rocking chairs, porches, rivers, sun tans, boats, long days, and sun-kissed hair… making me forget about bug bites, sunburn, sweaty car rides, humidity, frizzy hair… etc. Oh, Georgia. Why wouldn’t I want to hurry football season, colorful leaves, Pumpkin Spice Lattes, boots, sweaters, long walks, crisp air, and heat on the feet?
Hears to enjoying the leftover Summer sunshine and to preparing for Autumn to dance into our lives in a few days.
excursions, capers, treks, adventures. the two girls had been dreaming of such freedom for years. their jobs no longer allowed them to be kids and it was time for a vacation.
why it had taken so long to return to their youth they weren’t quite sure. “we should have planned this ‘peter pan trip’ years ago,” one said. by “plan” she meant pointing at maps and stuffing their packs with so many things they’d be ready for all the extraordinary adventures they would most definitely encounter along the way.
this was a trip for checking at least 20 experiences off the Life List, they imagined. watches were not allowed. an old compass they found at the thrift store last week was already in the pack. did it work? well, finding out would be half the adventure. a french press to fuel their addiction and a camera to document undiscovered beauty were the essentials.
try not to be too jealous. there is plenty of room in the VW van they’ve rented. if you bump into them amidst a caper feel free to join.