LOVE
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
We used to have a window seat like this in my old house in Raleigh. I used to sit there all the time and stare out the window at the big trees and swingset in our backyard. My favorite picture of me and my brother when we were younger was taken in that window seat. One night Mom cooked spaghetti and I piled a huge heap of it with lots of sauce on my plate and carried it over to take my seat on the bench by the window, but while I was scooting in the seat, I tilted my plate full of (very hot) spaghetti and poured it all down the front of me and onto the window seat --this was also around the age where I didnt like to wear clothes, around age five (a little old, I know) but this spaghetti mishap was just another excuse for me to run around naked. That window seat was where we did birthdays and holidays and family meals (before we discovered tray-tables), and celebrations with the family. When I move into a house and have a family of my own, one of the requirements is that we must have a window seat to share special times and day dream out the big bay window.
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Thursday, January 27, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Its Official!
Spring Break '11 is fast approaching and I just booked my flight to Treasure Cay, Bahamas!
These are the views from the house we're staying in!
Me and seven other girls in my sorority are going to stay in one of the girls houses in Abaco for a week and as a 21st birthday present to me, my parents are paying for the whole thing and I couldnt be more thrilled!
Countdown begins now: 39 days
Saturday, January 22, 2011
This bed would be great to cuddle up in right now, especially after my first trip to church in a long time and the great message that came from it. I would love to be curled up in a bed of love all the time, because like the cliche, thats really all we need. And when people need love the most, when they want to be in His light and shine their own light, dont turn your back on them, give them more.
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sometimes, it’s the moments that mean the least, that mean the most.
the moments that go unnoticed to many that seem of monumental importance to me.
the moments during rush hour traffic when everybody is anxiously waiting to get off the road but I envelop myself in the lyrics of the song in the background and the wind flowing through my hair.
the moments when you pretended not to care, but i knew you did because you’re a terrible liar.
the moments that we did absolutely nothing at all.
the moments i swore i’d never remember that are still etched in my mind ever so clearly… those were the best moments of my life.
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Tuesday, January 18, 2011
With 18 hours of class this semester, I should be focused on my studies. But all I can think about these days is what Im going to do with the rest of my life. And more importantly, how Im going to decorate my big girl home one day in the near future.
I love playing with the ideas in my head. My mom rearranges furniture and decorates for fun and I think it has rubbed off on me because I find myself more and more trying to add to my apartment now and make it my own, even though its only mine until May and then I get to start the process all over again.
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