Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Sweet Relief

It is only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it were the only one we had. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

The love we give away is the only love we keep.
Elbert Hubbard

Life is full of cruel, bitter ironies. One minute, we can joke about something, the next, it's a serious issue we didn't really consider.
Because this is our life, those kinds of things don't happen to us.

But they do, and they inevitably will.

Like saying, "I should probably put this in my wallet," then casually discarding it, figuring it's not so important...only to wake up and find...it's more crucial than you wanted it to be.

But thank God for the little ironies that help us.

Like people being in the right place at the right time, there to help you when you need it most. Complete strangers who all come together, when a moment before, they never would have.

*hugs God* What a day. I feel tired, drained, but there's someone I know who is worse off than me, and suddenly, I feel it's my duty to watch over him.
I suddenly feel weighed down with so much responsibility. I'm so accustomed to Mommy and Daddy taking care of everything for me, trying to take care of another is so strange. So foreign. And embarrassing, because I have no clue what to do!!!

But we made it through today, and now that the shock has worn off, i'm happy to be away from those white-washed walls, in the "safety" and "comfort" of a dorm...feeling like a pseudo-mother. lol

Hope everyone is well. I send out all my love to every single one of you.

*dramatic sigh* I'm ready to curl up with a book, a blanket, and some sort of coffee or cocoa and just...not worry. lol

Lovingly yours,
Chelle

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Love is...

Love is...

when he volunteers to help you with your nail polish because you can't do it on one hand.

The Search for THE Hill of North Dakota (Adventure 1 of The Beautiful Maiden and her Goofy Prince)

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful maiden, and a goofy prince. The maiden had somehow ended up in a magical land where it was always cold. In her old kingdom, she had only known heat and misery. The goofy prince, after successfully winning the maiden's heart, wanted to show her the wonders of the cold.
There was a magical thing called snow that most impressed the maiden. So white and fluffy, she thought she could just roll in it...she quickly realized this would only make a beautiful ice sculpture out of her.
But the prince knew of wonderful ways to capture the magic of the snow. He took the maiden out (finally) to, as he called it, "sled". As far as the maiden knew, this meant jumping onto a random board of some sort and coasting down a slope at the mercy of the snow. Having the heart of a reckless young child, she found this intriguing.
Happily, the prince and the maiden set out on their journey. First, they had to obtain a board, or "sled". The great store full of crap only had "snow boogles". Eager to be done with it, the prince purchased the ridiculous thing, both praying they could somehow squeeze together on it. ;)
After the prince drove the carriage a ways out from the fortress of learning that had imprisoned them both, they arrived at the place of the rumored "huge hill". Skeptical, and cold, they trekked out into the snow. The prince was wary of the location of this so called "huge hill", the maiden really just thought it was all quite enjoyable freezing her bum off. Which they both almost did. The magical snow sucked them in multiple times, devouring their feet in its cold merciless jaws. They carried on their merry way, hoping for a slope of some shape or form. However, the maiden grew tiresome, as maidens do, finding falling on her butt not the most attractive or lady-like way to impress her prince, goofy though he may be. Of course this didn't really matter, the prince himself falling multiple times and becoing covered in the magical snow.
Finally, the maiden insisted she would no longer trek out and sink in this ridiculous mess, unless the mythical "huge hill" were really nearby. The prince, being a prince, told her not to fear! He would "run out there" and see for himself. The maiden, rolling her eyes, watched and bit her lip, waiting....waiting...BAM...the prince fell. The maiden shook with joy. This snow was very magical indeed, it had the wonderful healing power of laughter hidden beneath it. The prince carefully trodded back, still sinking occasionally, and then insisted the maiden take a ride back to the carriage rather than walk.
Now, there were no horses, no other carriages...his mode of transport for her was a "piggy-back ride". The maiden first had to find some way to jump onto his back, which was harder than it seemed in the magical sinking snow. Eventually, she made it, and clung to him for dear life, almost choking the life out of him. He carried her, and fell with her, through the snow, back to the where the snow no longer sank. Giggling, cold, but in no way disappointed, the maiden watched and waited as the prince "ran" back for their "boogle sled" that he had had to abandon when he carried her.
The two happily clammered into the carriage, laughing about their failure to find anything, let alone to even sled. But the maiden was quite content. After all, how much since would it make for something to go right, or even exactly as planned. And why would it matter, when she had her goofy prince.