I know a hobby is going to stick when I start finding metaphors for life in it. It's obviously woven itself firmly enough into the way I process existence that I can use it as a mental filter to help me understand other experiences.
This past weekend was about as beautiful as a weekend could be, with the perfect balance of activity and lazing, new adventures and bursts of nostalgia, old bosom buddies and new friends. Also, there was plenty of cheesecake, and a new baby joined my extended family (can't wait to meet him!)
Today was my little brother's birthday. This kid is amazing, you guys. He speaks Spanish like a native, plays basketball like a pro, and cuddles like the best teddy bear you've ever known. Now that he's old enough to date, I think the ladies will be flocking to him right and left. And how could they not, eh Gus?
One of my best friends is getting married this weekend. And I really thought I was going to go when all of the sudden my plans dropped out from under me. I'm amazed at how not upset I am about this. I mean, I wish I was going, don't get me wrong. But I've done everything I can do to make it there (short of throwing down $100 to take the Greyhound), and it still hasn't been enough. If the wedding reception is where I'm supposed to be this weekend, God will find a way to make it happen. And if it isn't, then it will be for the best.
This past weekend was about as beautiful as a weekend could be, with the perfect balance of activity and lazing, new adventures and bursts of nostalgia, old bosom buddies and new friends. Also, there was plenty of cheesecake, and a new baby joined my extended family (can't wait to meet him!)
Today was my little brother's birthday. This kid is amazing, you guys. He speaks Spanish like a native, plays basketball like a pro, and cuddles like the best teddy bear you've ever known. Now that he's old enough to date, I think the ladies will be flocking to him right and left. And how could they not, eh Gus?
One of my best friends is getting married this weekend. And I really thought I was going to go when all of the sudden my plans dropped out from under me. I'm amazed at how not upset I am about this. I mean, I wish I was going, don't get me wrong. But I've done everything I can do to make it there (short of throwing down $100 to take the Greyhound), and it still hasn't been enough. If the wedding reception is where I'm supposed to be this weekend, God will find a way to make it happen. And if it isn't, then it will be for the best.
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