White Hall, Michigan

my favorite part is not wearing a watch

and wondering how the time went by so fast 

we just crept out of bed, just made black beans and guacamole (Brooke's recipe)

we just wrapped ourselves in quilts and read the enneagram, we just got here and already

it's half over, seems like K10 was just declaring, One Mile! That's ours! seems like we just got lost on dowling on our way to buy ice cream and lemons and honey - necessities

my favorite of today is

this small cafe with the young girls at the opposite table, bangs pushed all the way over discussing haunted houses and crumbs, picking at there nails

and K10 and I typing away and oohing and awing at Alaska and dresses for brides

my favorite are the bright red leaves

the ones that stand out that we will be photographing as soon as my dang battery is charged

my favorite was the big glass bowl full of antique buttons while Kristen stroked the antique quilts with small ripped octagons while I chose a book written by a former beauty queen from the 70's on being a "total woman"

my favorite is that I am missing a date tonight (wish I could be there) (miss you)

that he planned just for me, and fell on the floor when he founds I'd be away

that is my favorite because though he's complaining, I know I am loved in it

I have nothing really not to say

there are great conversations and frustrating ones, both full of love and fighting for ourselves and for us - each conversation with his legs and my legs under the booth on the West Side and two regular coffees and a waitress who doesn't understand why we are giggling or why he keeps dipping in close to my lips... (haha)

Danny tipped her well, he always tips well

We have both been thinking of my Father lately 

we have both decided to bombard him, fire love at him at top speed

devising about loving him and overcoming all things with good

we both want to see him at love feasts pouring out to Joe Black and listening intently to Daniel as he speaks, smiling (that is what I want to see)

to see our families all in a huddle around a table, laughing, eating - two of my favorite things

and if this is what is to be, and if our spirits both resonated with it, doesn't that mean that this is our next step? isn't the spirit one of unity?

sometimes we have to fight for unity because we are human

but God is going to bring it like a flood

and we will become like a song

maybe it will take journals and pouring water over our sharp places until they are soft and easy to hold in a hand

so that my ears hear his words

and his ears hear mine

and we both look at each other sweetly in all things

we both want a passionate full fire love and dog-gone-it it says whatever you find to do, do it with all of your might - and so, we have been good at that so far

brutally honest

and yet

I love when I see him and his eyes light up

and I jump at him like that silly girl did in "the perfect storm"

I remember a picture God gave me before, both of us goofballs

that adore each other

that's what I want. 

[sorry Danny if I have said too much] :)