3 Years Ago....

Three years ago yesterday I was on my very first date with a boy named Mark. He took me rock climbing and then out to dinner at Rumbi. He spilled his Teriyaki sauce ALL over the table. I still remember the outfit that I wore to school that day and that I had curled my hair. I met him at the Quarry and I was enormously afraid of heights.
Three years....a few boyfriends and a lot of growing up later I sat in Rumbi with that very same boy. He didn't spill his Teriyaki....but I left my fork in my mouth on accident (I know...I'm still trying to figure this one out too). I hope your Valentines day was as amazing as mine!

I like Rockwell Kent

"Is it mere chance that the forms and humors of nature appear as symbols of the moods, experiences and desires of the human spirit? The unbroken pathways of the wilderness are reminders of the hard and solitary way that ardent souls must travel. The glittering, virgin whiteness of high mountain-fields of snow, untrodden, maybe unattainable, their mist-veiled beauty neither earth nor cloud, remote serene and passionless, picture the spirit's aspiration. Can it have been the fervid imagination of man that has endowed these mountains with an aura of symbolism? Rather is it the reality of mountains and plains, the sea and the unfathomable heavens, unchangingly forever dominating man, cradling him in that remote hour of his awakening into consciousness, forever smiling, brooding, thundering upon him, that have imposed their nature upon man and made him what he is." - Rockwell Kent

Perfection

Perfection feels warm despite the falling snow around you.

Perfections sounds like First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes playing on the car stereo.

Perfection looks like dancing in a deserted parking lot in the lamplight at 11:45 p.m.

This was my Monday night.