i have moved. you can still read my blog here:
goodbye this one.
love was made.
editing this wedding. husband took 1 & 2. i took 3.
he is teaching me more about photography every day. his camera is full of black and white film. expectation and excitement.
i love my husband. he is such a gift.
and the Creator of light? what a blessing to my soul.
I am making bread for the first time in my new house as a new wife.
This is most exciting for me. Drinking iced coffee out of my new anthro mug listening to mumford per the husband. I am very thankful. I’ve been thankful and thinkful all week long. It has been a splendid experience. Who ever knew that being married would be so peaceful and and so graceful. I love mornings. They are everything I thought they would be and more. We have this ridiculous idea that dreams are better than reality, but I can say with my whole heart that my reality is better than my dreams. Life is freedom. I love working together with another person. Another person brings joy. Plus Christ is pure elation full of cherry blossoms. Metaphors are the only thing I know to explain how I feel now. Making bread is the expression of my heart.
I am fully enjoying life.
1. my husband. who reminds me of the ocean and helps me with laundry and cleaning.
2. my sister’s blogs. that remind me of simple things like making good food, having good fun, and laughing with my gut.
3. the kindle.
4. ice.coffee.agave.almond milk. kickstarter at 5:00 p.m.
5. crisp fall air.
6. editing photos and enjoying the presence of good light.
7. reading Bible in my new home.
8. making breakfast for my new husband.
9. shooting film.
10. being a wife.
-Getting married in 1 week.
-Peace from God.
-Marrying a good good man.
-140 spoons to buy.
All will come to pass. Joy will pierce the depth of my soul. Bring it God. Bring it.
An excellent wife who can find?
She is far more precious than jewels.
11 The heart of her husband trusts in her,
and he will have no lack of gain.
12 She does him good, and not harm,
all the days of her life.
13 She seeks wool and flax,
and works with willing hands.
14 She is like the ships of the merchant;
she brings her food from afar.
15 She rises while it is yet night
and provides food for her household
and portions for her maidens.
16 She considers a field and buys it;
with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard.
17 She dresses herself with strength
and makes her arms strong.
18 She perceives that her merchandise is profitable.
Her lamp does not go out at night.
19 She puts her hands to the distaff,
and her hands hold the spindle.
20 She opens her hand to the poor
and reaches out her hands to the needy.
21 She is not afraid of snow for her household,
for all her household are clothed in scarlet.[f]
22 She makes bed coverings for herself;
her clothing is fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is known in the gates
when he sits among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them;
she delivers sashes to the merchant.
25 Strength and dignity are her clothing,
and she laughs at the time to come.
26 She opens her mouth with wisdom,
and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
27 She looks well to the ways of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children rise up and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29 “Many women have done excellently,
but you surpass them all.”
30 Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
31 Give her of the fruit of her hands,
and let her works praise her in the gates.
All the time.
I look for answers all the time.
Part of me wants to just exist without answers though. Like a test that I have studied for for one million years, and I still don’t know the answers. That is how I feel about life sometimes. Going into marriage, I don’t know all the answers. I am ok with this though.
I don’t want to know everything. I still want to learn about him. I want to learn what love is. Maybe it is hard, but that is alright. This is going to be good. 29 days and I am a married women. Forever. Till I die, and we will still be friends after death.
So, the calm.
It is here underneath my eyelids and done up hair.
these days i’ve been usually going to bed at 12:34 a.m. not that i am trying to go to bed at this vain hour, but i am finding it more and more comforting. this hour brings a lot of tears, but more joy. i can’t get the grin off my face.
praying for little trails to be grown over.
late night tacos.
planning for Italy(yes. i just wrote that).
and dreaming of magical things.
one of these days i want to wake up before the sun rises, but mostly right now, i just want to sleep.
God is good.