to my little dancer in chicago...

thinking of you...

i am neurotic?

i am neurotic is a blog devoted to our funny quirks. rebecca & candis would appreciate this one considering how quirky they've found me to be. i haven't done this in a while but i laughed out loud when i saw it because i almost forgot how it practically controlled everything i did as a child. at the little age of 7, i told myself on the playground, "i'll tell cory i like him if he blinks 4 times in the next minute." weird, right? the crazy thing is that i did it with everyyyything. "i'll start my homework if three more birds pass by my window." ha. well i'm delighted that there are other silly people who do/did it too.

Yesh. oo. ah.

"You are saying about this city, 'by the sword, famine and plague it will be handed over to the king of Babylon'; but this is what the Lord, the God of Israel says, I will surely gather them from all the lands where I banish them in my furious anger and great wrath; I will bring them back to this place and let them live in safety. They will be my people, and I will be their God. I will give them singleness of heart and action, so that they will always fear me for their own good and the good of their children after them. I will make an everlasting covenant with them: I will never stop doing good to them, and I will inspire them to fear me, so that they will never turn away from me. I will rejoice in doing them good and will assuredly plant them in this land with all my heart and soul."
jeremiah 32:36-41
image: papertissue

life.

A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,
A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,
A pint of joy to a peck of trouble,
And never a laugh but the moans come double;
And that is life!

A crust and a corner that love makes precious,
With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us;
And joy seems sweeter when cares come after,
And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter;
And that is life!
-paul laurence dunbar.

a little morsel of chicago.

my dear rebes sent me this (i edited a tid bit) to hold me over until i get my hands on those chicago prints...you only get a little glimpse of her profile and she's still breathtaking. geesh. that's my rebes.

oh, chicago.

chicago....

you & i used to be at odds. i resented you for stealing her...the girl my heart swells up in thankfulness for. i thought you took her from me. but i watched her & what she became in your care. i watched how she grew & how she began to discover her own beauty...the beauty she was created for. & i grew thankful to you. i grew thankful that you guarded her but freed her at the same time to help her discover that her beauty was inspired by Love.

so thank you, dear chicago.

i can't wait to roam your streets with her. i can't wait to see how you captured her heart. i'm coming to you with my eyes, ears & heart flung open to discover your adventure. my skin tickles with the anticipation of what your grass will feel like as i lay on it, listening to her voice trace the many stories of you & her. i'll listen with gratefulness and take careful note, eager to share them when i return to my own love, diego.

i'm coming for you, chicago. meet soon.