This song is definitely in my top 3 of favorite songs ever. Makes me cry every time, dang it. Not a huge crier, so this can be sort of annoying. Like yesterday, when it came on my Pandora station in the parking lot at Ikea. I just balled. The couple in the car next to me thought I was nuts. Which of course, I am.
Used to think I cried cause this song makes me realize I haven't really ever felt like the love in this song. AT LAST. That is love. Like a song. The sky is blue. Here we are in heaven. . .But lately, life is like a song and the sky is blue. . .
Ha, ha, ha, ha! Don't worry the love is for a city, place and time. But its real.
Ha, ha, ha, ha! Don't worry the love is for a city, place and time. But its real.
(okay, have listened to the song like 3 times and am tearing up at Chicago O'Hare Airport. Moving on to some Enrique Iglesias!)
I am so joyful at my existence lately. Its is just weird. I am not supposed to like my job, my house, my life. Peaks and Valleys. I am sure. Maybe next week will suck. I just feel like God has picked me up in his hand and my heart is refreshed for living a real life. One that means something and is compiled of beautiful little memories that happen all the time. Kind of like when I was a kid.
I must have the best Mom ever. She made everything fun and adventurous. That is how life is supposed to be! Okay, tearing up because I miss Robin. Next!
Running the dogs up 34th was so lovely this afternoon. Uneven bricks. Goofy people waiting in an ridiculous line for waxy cupcakes at Georgetown Cupcake. (Don't they know Red Velvet tastes way better and has a shorter line.) Breezes and shiny sun as we ran across the Key Bridge for a peek of some water. Quaint and nicely cared for tiny row houses with old rose vines draping their iron fences. It is sicky sweet, like love. =)
There is something in the heart of this City. I am convinced. Riding to the airport in a cab, I realized a fat difference between us and NY. You know how you get in a yellow cab in NY and its like a cop car. There is big plexi-glass divider to protect the driver from would be crazies. I understand.
No divider in DC. Its like you are riding in a regular car with extra signage. Death wish you say?
Thats how this whole place is. Things that are normally barricaded and policied up in other cities, are wide open here. They just trust that people will use good judgement. Sometimes they don't, but its rare. People are mostly respectful and things are wide open. There is a little bit of irony in it all, at least for me. God has been pretty communicative lately. Maybe this place is a part of the whole game plan. =) Who knows, but it is funny. Wonder what would have happened if I moved to New York?
So much joy and grace in this time. Not sure my permanent existence will land me on this side of the earth (guessing 5 years, but who knows), but DC will always have a place in my heart. If only for helping me repair and rediscover the sweetness of life.
This weekend. . .in rear view. . .
BBQ at Rock Creek. Our food was amazing and we (well actually Sammie) started a decent fire and we cooked filets, corn, mini croissants and smores right on it.
Ha, ha this post is all about irony. So a little lighter fluid got left open and thrown into my cloth picnic bag at dark. It was pretty heavy and slammed against the back of me while I was grabbing Kelley to go. My rear felt wet all the sudden and I thought maybe it was wet dishes. No biggy. On the way home my butt cheek started burning and would stop. Thats not dirty dishes! It is lighter fluid! Took my pants off while driving and managed a handy wipe. Still landed a decent burn. Didn't even know it could do that. Note self: close the lighter fluid bottle before tossing in bag.
And sang in the choir for the first time! Check it!
Here you go Elias! Thought you would be proud. I only got one rehearsal with my new little choir and thank goodness we sang so many of the same songs!!! Obviously, I am the light skinned kid top left.
Here is Instruments of Praise at 19th St. Baptist Church in DC, Sunday July 18th.
(the guy with the big camera is from Telemundo. Doing an article on Church life in the US for an article in Madrid, Spain. So much irony in my life, but so much fun!
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