Hope

Hope means I'm holding on to you.
Grace means you're holding me too.

Painted Red.
JJ Heller

nonsensical thoughts

The commercials on this radio station are lasting forEVER. Shut UP!
There are Christmas lights in my windows downstairs and it looks loooovely.
I looked through a whole bunch of old photo albums today and it brought back so many memories. :)
I realized that almost all of my memories immediately revolve around smell and then touch, but almost never sound...
Seriously!! These commercials have been going for almost 15 minutes!! Ah, there we go.
I had a really, really great childhood.
I really like Christmas lights. :) Like REALLY.
I'm getting really interested in Psychology and I'm actually looking forward to going back to school in January!
My mom and I are decorating our house tomorrow!
I had such a great day today. :) Only one hour of class, going through pictures and sharing stories with mitch, having bible study, getting down Christmas boxes, putting up lights, etc. :)
I realize that I don't cry as much as I should. I suppress crying when I'm around people and then it just kind of builds up.
I tear up really easily, I hadn't realized I was still that emotional.
I miss my Grandma and Grandpa Sanford.
I realized today that photography mean a lot to me, as an expression and a preserver of memories. I think I'll pick it up again.
Hahahaha! Savage Garden is on.

Roses for a memory

The memories come as the spread of a bud,
each petal to its own.
Some delicate and sweet or dark and rich,
each petal to its own.
The memories stay, growing strong and firm,
the petals owning each.
As time goes on, the fading comes,
the petals owning each.
Save the best and press them deep,
protecting in each petal.
The heart and blossom will ever carry,
protecting in each petal.