Today while I was in the middle of getting rather frustrated from a less-than-productive group project, I got a random text from Daniel. It simply said:
"I love you"
It was the single happiest moment of the day. Maybe his piggy senses were tingling or maybe he just wanted to convey his feelings. Whatever it was, it made me realize just how truly special he is to me.
I love you too, Daniel.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
The Messy Weekend
This weekend was messy.
It started out with the allergies. Puffy eyes, crusty eyes, itchy eyes, stuffy nose, the works.
Then there was the messy scavenger hunt. After "running" around downtown Nashville for 1 hour, 57 minutes and 11 seconds, we were sweaty... and a bit messy.
Then there was the UT vs Florida game. That sure was a mess.
Sunday brought a bit of confusion with the messy schedule of the video and discussion Daniel had to endure.
We then had the messiest of it all with the middle school Messy Olympics.
Finally, we brought the weekend to a close with a messy goodbye of tears, sorrow, and sheep.
But the messiest of it all was at the beginning of the scavenger hunt. We got off to a rather lack-luster start with a bit of argument and confusion. It was so bad we almost scrapped the whole thing and chalked it up to a bad idea. The beauty is that we didn't. Despite having our issues, we were able to work them out and make the best of the situation. Same happened when we got back home. It got messy (despite the fact that a shower was involved). But then again, isn't every relationship a bit messy? It's not about the arguing but rather the making up. Once we had a chance to talk and sort things out, we realized that we both needed to be a bit more understanding and slow to anger.
What I think is best is that there's always a moment during our messy times that we have a few seconds to ourselves to think things over. Every time I pray that God will provide us with the wisdom to sort things out and that whatever comes of it will be all for his glory. And every time after doing so, we seem to have a level head, more compassion and greater understanding for one another. It always ends that we're stronger because of our weaknesses. Funny how it all works out.
All in all, this weekend was messy-the messiest of them all. But what's the point of being piggies if we don't get a little messy? :(=))
It started out with the allergies. Puffy eyes, crusty eyes, itchy eyes, stuffy nose, the works.
Then there was the messy scavenger hunt. After "running" around downtown Nashville for 1 hour, 57 minutes and 11 seconds, we were sweaty... and a bit messy.
Then there was the UT vs Florida game. That sure was a mess.
Sunday brought a bit of confusion with the messy schedule of the video and discussion Daniel had to endure.
We then had the messiest of it all with the middle school Messy Olympics.
Finally, we brought the weekend to a close with a messy goodbye of tears, sorrow, and sheep.
But the messiest of it all was at the beginning of the scavenger hunt. We got off to a rather lack-luster start with a bit of argument and confusion. It was so bad we almost scrapped the whole thing and chalked it up to a bad idea. The beauty is that we didn't. Despite having our issues, we were able to work them out and make the best of the situation. Same happened when we got back home. It got messy (despite the fact that a shower was involved). But then again, isn't every relationship a bit messy? It's not about the arguing but rather the making up. Once we had a chance to talk and sort things out, we realized that we both needed to be a bit more understanding and slow to anger.
What I think is best is that there's always a moment during our messy times that we have a few seconds to ourselves to think things over. Every time I pray that God will provide us with the wisdom to sort things out and that whatever comes of it will be all for his glory. And every time after doing so, we seem to have a level head, more compassion and greater understanding for one another. It always ends that we're stronger because of our weaknesses. Funny how it all works out.
All in all, this weekend was messy-the messiest of them all. But what's the point of being piggies if we don't get a little messy? :(=))
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
The Saki Multiplication
First off, it must be noted how amazing this past weekend was. Not only did Daniel TOTALLY OWN his triathalon (apparently in both the collegiate AND clydesdale categories) but we got to spend ample time curled up next to each other on the "love sack." I may not have seen any of PotC3 but I do remember all the cuddling we had. It was perfect.
Now on to the meat of this. We all know about poor Tia's cat, Saki, who happened to die while Daniel and I were cat-sitting (some say we killed it... but it was 19 years old, so give us a break). We all also know about my history with sock monkeys. Rumor has it Tia mentioned to Daniel that he needs to give me a sock monkey. Low and behold, a few days later Daniel took a toy from Sonic that just so happened to be nothing else but a sock monkey.
So we named it Saki (you know, Sock-y, in honor of the dead cat).
A week or so later, Daniel confessed that he had his own Saki, living in Nashville. I was amazed but loved that we both has Saki monkeys that seemed to link us together.
This past weekend I hid Saki in my duffle bag as a stow away. Somehow, when I got back to Knoxville, I had not one, but TWO Sakis! This wasn't simply that the Nashville Saki wanted a friend and came home with me, either, because Daniel had a Saki of his own still in Nashville!! Somehow we went from one Saki to three in a little more than a month!
I think Daniel has a huge bag of Sakis just waiting to appear but he believes that my girl Saki will just constantly get pregnant and make little Saki babies. Regardless, there's a mystery as to where all the Saki's came from. But that's the beauty of it. To me, there's no set explanation.
There's also no rhyme or reason as to why we fell in love with one another, but I can tell you that, just like the Saki monkeys, our love has multiplied, every weekend, and always brings a huge smile to my face :(=))
Now on to the meat of this. We all know about poor Tia's cat, Saki, who happened to die while Daniel and I were cat-sitting (some say we killed it... but it was 19 years old, so give us a break). We all also know about my history with sock monkeys. Rumor has it Tia mentioned to Daniel that he needs to give me a sock monkey. Low and behold, a few days later Daniel took a toy from Sonic that just so happened to be nothing else but a sock monkey.
So we named it Saki (you know, Sock-y, in honor of the dead cat).
A week or so later, Daniel confessed that he had his own Saki, living in Nashville. I was amazed but loved that we both has Saki monkeys that seemed to link us together.
This past weekend I hid Saki in my duffle bag as a stow away. Somehow, when I got back to Knoxville, I had not one, but TWO Sakis! This wasn't simply that the Nashville Saki wanted a friend and came home with me, either, because Daniel had a Saki of his own still in Nashville!! Somehow we went from one Saki to three in a little more than a month!
I think Daniel has a huge bag of Sakis just waiting to appear but he believes that my girl Saki will just constantly get pregnant and make little Saki babies. Regardless, there's a mystery as to where all the Saki's came from. But that's the beauty of it. To me, there's no set explanation.
There's also no rhyme or reason as to why we fell in love with one another, but I can tell you that, just like the Saki monkeys, our love has multiplied, every weekend, and always brings a huge smile to my face :(=))
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Time for Smackin'
This weekend was our 6 month anniversary (or piggy-versary). It started out a bit less than ideal thanks to uncontrollable circumstances but, when looking back on the weekend, all I can see are positives. There was bluegrass (and plenty of puppies!!), winning soccer games, family time, beaucoup de German food, "comedy" readings, envelope stuffing, fireworks, line dancing, running around in the rain, sleeping, eating, more eating, The Little Prince, trivia, and serenading (did I get everything?).
If you would have asked me 6 months ago how this whole long-distance thing would have gone, I would have said (and actually did say) not so great. And yet somehow we've literally stolen time. Every time we get to visit it seems as if we push the envelope on our timeframes. Sometimes it's intentional, like when Daniel decides that after sitting at Copper Cellar for a few extra hours that it'd be best to drive to Nashville on Tuesday morning rather than Monday night. But sometimes it's out of our control, like when the Megabus goofs in my favor and tells Daniel he needs to come back and be on the bus 12 hours later.
We've been so blessed thus far in our relationship and our ability to really maximize all the time we can with each other. Throughout all of it I can't help but think of the quote "If God brings you to it, he'll bring you through it." I've always believed it because of my faith but it seems as if the past years have really been a testament to God's will. I know that I will never truly know what God has planned for me but I can't help but think he's laying the foundation for something beautiful (like a piggy!)
:(=)
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