Bedtime

Lying on the bed, we listen to “You’ve got a lover” by Shake Russell. It was not planned. I was just looking for a YouTube version to send to someone who loved it when we had sung it the other day. But I listened to the whole thing after sending it to her. We listened. And it was a beautiful bedtime meditation. Thank you, Shake Russell. And thank you, God, for such amazing creativity and talent and artistry and work to be shared with the world and with us specifically. Amen. Amen. Amen. Praise be to God. And thanks be to Shake. Amen.

Now, go listen to it yourself: “You’ve got a lover”

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I’m on a boat!

Today, we went out on the boat. It wasn’t for very long, and it wasn’t the only thing we did today, but it was great. Sure, I got terrified at points, because it’s been a long while for me, but I found what worked best for me and was able mostly to chill and have an overall awesome time. I had forgotten how comfortable I feel out moving on top of the water… it feels so home-y to me, love-filled and easy. I’m so glad we got to do it and that it went so well.

Thank you, God, for such a blessing today. I am especially grateful for how it affected him, getting to take out his boat. Thank you. Amen.

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Happy Birthday

Today was my mom’s birthday. For whatever reason, as we went to get her a plant and flowers, this song popped into my head from a cassette we’d had for my oldest brother – clearly something my mom had bought for him in the late 80s.

Hey, Michael!
It’s your birthday!
I’m in charge of the stars
and I’m here to say,
“Hey, Michael!
You’re the big star today!”

Obviously, my mother is not named Michael. However, since it was stuck in my head already, and she’s the one who’s bought Michael that tape in the first place, I felt it was appropriate. I sang the song to her for her birthday. And no, I didn’t even change the name. ;P
Happy Birthday, Mommy!! Love you!!
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Late-night mental meanderings

And so I sit, bleary-eyed and worn out, on the bed, awaiting my mate so that we can read and pray together. Most days, I wonder when I’ll get back to sleeping enough and going to bed early enough again. Most nights, I struggle to fathom how I ever functioned without him in my life. And no, this isn’t a reference to sex – not in the least – but merely a reference to the time of day when we think over everything from the day, almost passively considering everything and regularly discovering how we truly feel about things. As we shower and get ready for bed, we contemplate life. I do, anyway. And my contemplations tend to be glorious these days, even when he does piss me off or I stress him out big time over something.

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Such a guy

“Your girls, sunbathing by the boats,” I sent.

He replied, “Nice”.
“We miss you,” I said.

“She got a good roll in,” I said.
“Haha nice,” he replied, “I miss you too”.
And then he said, in reply to the first message, “She’s naked, why aren’t you?”
::face palm… idiot… such a guy…
And I love him.
Thank you, God, for such a man period, and especially for his presence and role in my life in particular. In gratitude, I pray. Amen.
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2:52

The time I am writing this, preparing for bed. And I don’t mean PM. We are helping my aunt and uncle move from Lumberton, Tx, to Waco, Tx. They were about three hours behind schedule when they actually arrived in Waco with the truck, and so we stayed up and out moving boxes and furniture and such, either into the apartment or into a storage unit, until well past midnight. We were both bummed that we’d missed the midnight deadline for Duolingo (we always do it before bed, even if it’s after midnight, but it had to be done by midnight to count as ‘doing it every day’, which both makes sense and is annoying.) But we made up the lessons just now and have our streaks restored.

Boy, am I exhausted…

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