As my grandfather always used to say…
Grandfather: “Always fight for what is right… unless Chuck Norris is involved, then I’d suggest choosing your fights wisely.”
I was considering titling this post “Relationship Status v.1.1 Service Pack 1″, but such a name would inaccurately suggest that this update addresses problems that were being experienced rather than the new life-added features it actually addresses.
On Friday, Krista and I celebrated our sixth month anniversary. I’ve loved before, but it was never anything like this. I’m learning that true love is more than being happy/content with the one you’re with, but instead is being transformed so that you can’t be happy apart from the one you’re with. I’m learning that finding true love is finding who makes all your previous passions and dreams fall short of the happiness that knowing that person brings. I’m learning that I’ve found my true love, thanks to God and all His glory.
As my grandfather always used to say…
Grandfather: “If you don’t lose it, use it.”
As my grandfather always used to say…
Grandfather: “You lose, you snooze.”
As my grandfather always used to say…
Grandfather: “Home is where the hearth is.”
Today is Krista and my three month anniversary!
Disclaimer: If you don’t like reading sappy posts, please leave now.
God has blessed me amazingly through Krista and our relationship these past months. She is everything and so much more than I could have ever asked for or ever wanted. To me she’s beautiful, smart, funny, and so incredibly loving and sweet. Being with her makes me feel so happy and complete, and it feels as if we have an absolutely amazing bond that we share. Since we share the same beliefs, it is an amazing opportunity to be able to worship and grow together in that regard as well. She’s someone I can and do trust very much, and at the end of the day someone I can rely upon to make things right in my world.
I’m afraid I can’t find the words to describe how I feel when I am with her and when I think of her–there just isn’t any single language that can do it justice. I wished I could explain it because I badly want to tell her how I feel–but if a picture so wonderful is worth but a thousand words, a feeling so wonderful is worth two. Yes, two thousand could maybe encompass it in detail, but three will have to do. Krista, I love you.
The other day, several friends from the Applied CS Labs and I were walking back to the Science Center from dinner. We decided to pass through Snell Hall, an adjacent building that is attached to the Science Center by a raised walkway. We proceeded to walk past a small classroom that oddly enough has a piano in the back of the room.
Now, this room is almost magical to me–I love to stop by late at night to play on the piano and work on a song or two that I’ve been writing while the custodians pass by and look in the windows curious as to why music is coming out of the room so late at night. Unfortunately, this room is almost always locked at the end of the day, so it is a rare, lucky occasion when I am actually able to gain access.
The lights were off, but I decided to test the door handle to see if it was one of those nights when all the planets–or, at least the lock pins–lined up and I could once again enter my very own musical Heaven. By some mishap the custodians had forgotten to lock the room once again, and the handle gave in without a fight! I whipped open the door and leaped inside, standing in a victory stance with my eyes closed and my face pointing upward, immediately exclaiming, “HOORAY, IT’S OPEN!”
A few seconds later I was brought back to reality when I noticed the background sound of a movie playing. I opened my eyes to see approximately 35 faces staring at me, some confused and others frightened, all lit by the glow of the movie they were watching on the classroom’s projector. I immediately turned around and walked out in a professional manner as if nothing had happened.
I’m pretty sure some of them are seeking psychiatric help right now because, from the sounds of the tiny amount of the movie I heard, I think the movie was in the middle of a really serious or perhaps horrific scene when I burst in. Needless to say, I didn’t go back and play on the piano that night.
As my grandfather always used to say…
Grandfather: “A stitch in time saves half dozen of another.”
As my grandfather always used to say…
Grandfather: “Quitters can’t be choosers.”
