Preserved in amber.
This is one of my most cherished pictures. I know that symmetry in pictures is supposed to create tension. Our natural eye feels better when things are off balance, it feels more organic. But for some reason it always makes me feel good and peaceful. I guess the trees in this are a little off balance though. Maybe I really have not idea what I am talking about.
This is from the Yellow River in Australia.
Last night I was sick.
Gross.
Just finished Enchantment by Orson Scoot Card. I always enjoy his relationship development.
Finishing Daughter of the Forest by Juliet Marillier so that I can feel good about starting East of Eden by John Steinbeck.
Goodbye Rooster. Goodbye my friend.
Dear Rooster,
I remember when you were born, and you were filled with so much hope and promise. People loved your food and thrived off your atmosphere. After a long night we would lock your doors and Garith would whip up us a huge batch of something good- like Udon or delicious Dumplings and we would gorge or selves and together, talking about the night and what we could do better. Then, two years later, you weren't as busy. You had your loyal ones who would come weekly, but the honeymoon was over, and you days were numbered. It was sad, but not all good things last forever. I wont ever forget the good times there, and your delicious food (oh chocolate lava cake!).
I have missed your charm already,
Amy Jo
Minnesota.
This was such a good trip home. I had some friends (Kristin and Emily) with me. I spent most of my time with my family, and let me tell you, I love my family. I am so lucky. Evan still lives at home (my 17 year old Brother), and Kaitlyn had eye surgery so she is currently home for college too. It was so great. I have so many favorite memories from this weekend:
My mom peaking her head in my interview to give me something, and winning over the recruiter (who I am pretty sure offered my mom a job and if I get it, I can thank her), all the while my face is red with embarrassment. Moms are the best.
How perfect our house is when I got home, clean and put together (pretty much you can tell a mom lives here).
My notsolittlebrotherbecauseheisagiant tackle me at the front door right after I was greeted by my sweet dog.
Reading for hours on end aloud with my sister Kaitlyn (her poor eye- its really all she can do).
My little brother walking into the room in his tux all ready for prom, and Kaitlyn and I both making sure he got the prom traditions correctly (she needs to wear your tie at the end of the night, then she gets to keep it).
But my absolute most precious memories happen to be the simplest ones around the table at meal time. Those conversations and interactions are precious to me. I can't even explain it.
