Adoration and Reality

I adore the people that are in my life.  That is how it should be as I have chosen to have them in my life.  As of late I have decided to tell the Big Guy just who exactly I adore so much and why rather than asking for things.  This new system keeps me on my knees a bit longer, causes me to wake up with a smile, and find a Hallmark to send to the human I vocally appreciated to the Heavens the night before.  Last night, after a thunderstorm that I fell in love with a little bit, I remembered something I was told on Thursday, in his serious voice even, by the one I was being thankful for yesterday.

"Kas, John Krasinski isn't coming for you."  

I may have randomly woken up others in my house as I was recounting this story late last night.  He truly does make me laugh so hard, even days later, and I think that the Big Guy may have gotten just as big of a kick out of it ~ maybe even inspired him to say such a thing.  And today as he checked in, he sent this picture above with the subject being "no, still not yours".  Oh, I almost adore him as much as I adore John.  I'll keep my people {and my hopes and dreams} ~ including John, thank you.

Summing up my Summer ...

My summer has been grand, truly.  {I believe in using words like 'grand' and 'lovely' as they are not heard enough in a world of 'awesome' and 'cool'} People I love made eternal commitments to one another.  I spent some time on my rock, at my Lake, with my family and a few of my people.  I was able to see Cowboy catch a football and Girlfriend ride.  I have managed to keep my job, keep my boss a bit more than thrilled with me, and the interventions from Work Family to a minimum.  We spent a few long night up at the cabin, the stars have only been seen so clearly in Washington before that night.  There was a nun at the LA symphonic performance that I wanted to put in my pocket for forever ~ can I have my own, please? Doc found that throwing me into bodies of water or twirling me around in the kitchen shuts me up or gets me talking but only for a moment. I'm now prepared for the Zombie Apocalypse.  Uncle and family live within a forty-two minute drive now.  There have been quiet moments at the House on the Hill.  Long drives into the mountains followed by long walks where no words needed to be shared keep me grounded.  Dinners in the 'city' make me appreciate friends that stick around.  Binx and RM {which awkwardly enough are his actual initials but also the acronym for his nickname} keep me up until the moments just before dawn, allowing me to vent and be ridiculous.  Babies have come.  Quiet talks as we walk to the start of the hill and back to the far mailbox make me wonder but appreciate the miracles that still occur.  Visits from soul mates and calls/texts/gchats with CA reminded me of promises I made that I should keep, always.

I'm going to runaway {RM said I can ~ parental units, take it up with him} a few more times before I unpack the fall clothes and start purchasing tights.  Perhaps these jaunts will lead to a new destination of dwelling all together.  Perhaps these jaunts will merely grant me a plethora of happy memories to hold tight to as a long winter is coming, to be sure.  Summer 2011, you've been practically perfect.

My View

It has been a while since I've updated this little space of mine {not the format, I like the colors and choosing a new one would lead to hours of searching for something perfect only to end up with something similar to what I have now ~ waste}.  It is not that I haven't had anything to say ~ I just have been uncertain about how I feel about what I may be saying.  Confused yet? Me too ... Well, kind of.

Tonight Binx had his final Bearproof performance down at this hot little place, almost as hot as the band, in Provo.  I decided to make a late afternoon and evening of it and see some people I had been neglecting down in that Valley.  Visiting with old and new friends {Betty, nickname given!} was fantastic.  But I was a bit preoccupied.

My mind wasn't racing with tons of thoughts, just a few. Baldy {I can call him this as he is bald by choice} and Pumpkin keep a close eye on me and we were mid-text-conversation about the future, or my lack of knowledge regarding said time period.  I was not sad, nor frustrated, just contemplative due to such.  I parked Bleu at living Uncle's place and took a hike that my PT will not be thrilled with but which led to my other Uncle's place.

He's got the best view.  I sat there for a bit and recounted aloud the events of the last little while ~ the weddings, the babies, the frustrations, the laughs, the reminders, the changes, the attempted changes, the moves ect. ect. ect.  And then I sat there, quietly.  I sat there for a longish period of time.  I wasn't waiting for a particular thought or insight into my life.  My mind was wandering over moments and I had no desire to reel it in.  I'm not sure why I sat there for so long and I began to wonder what was keeping me tied to that bench with these drifting thoughts.  Then the sun hit behind the flag {pictured above}.  I don't know why this particular view struck me.  Perhaps it was my Uncle's love for country, or far-away-Uncle serving in the middle of this war, or UT Uncle finally being close, or Papa sending his sweet non sequitur texts so consistently ... I don't know what it was.  But as I stared out onto Happy Valley I began to recount all I have.  I have so much.  I'm not speaking of the things I have.  I'm speaking in that grateful voice, the one my mother gets as she prays when all of us kids are home or Papa presents as he shares his testimony, as I say "I have so much."  I'm seeing, for a moment, the bigger picture.  My view is one He is granting me, full of hope and happiness, sketched in adventure and fun.  Without a doubt there are windy roads leading to a destination I am not perfectly familiar with.  But ultimately, it is where I want to be.

I took this moment up on that hill, with the sun setting behind Old Glory.  Matt said, back when we celebrated his birthday, that this was the year of 'taking the moments' for him.  As he said that I smiled and quietly took the challenge myself.  Most of my 'moments' involve Harley sightings or a perfect moonrise.  But tonight was perfect, it was my moment.  I was granted, without me formally requesting it, a wider view on things ... perspective that I normally would have to borrow from Papa or Matt or Ace.  It was mine this evening.  I'll take that and hold on.