Do you only look for romance in the big things in life? Or do you see it even more in the little things? Today, author Tabitha Bouldin is sharing a story of something that might seem mundane and normal, but was romantic to her.
I love the idea of romance in the mundane, every day, little things.
But picking out a single moment that speaks to me, that took me a minute.
Since I’m an author, let me tell you a story.
I am terrified of deep water. To the extent that I was unable to learn how to swim.
This fear has played a big part in my life. It has hindered me and held me back time after time.
I didn’t want our two boys to experience the same fear, but I did not have the ability to teach them how to swim.
My husband did. He knew my fear and he understood what it meant for me that the boys learn what I could not.
How long does it take to cause a burn like this one?
Just a second.
At least, that's all it took for me.
Reaching in for pizza and my wrist grazed the side of the 425 degree oven. And it hurt, in case you were wondering.
Isn't it crazy how short a time it takes for something to hurt us for much longer (like when I scratched the itchy spot a week later before realizing it was the scab on my burn--and it started hurting again)?
Remember when 40 sounded old? Well, I have a year until I hit that big milestone. And it doesn't seem nearly as ancient as it did twenty years ago.
Funny how that happens, right?
Younger me had all sorts of ideas of what should happen by each age. I wanted my first baby to come when I was twenty-five. She came when I was thirty-two. My second child came when I was thirty-four. Needless to say, we decided that child number three wasn't going to happen for multiple reasons.
Have you ever decided you didn't want to get to know someone better because of a first impression? Sometimes, when you finally do, you realize that person is the best friend--or even boyfriend--you've ever had. Today, Molly Noble Bull is joining us to tell about her first impressions of her husband ... and the fun way she overcame them.
Charlie and I have been married for many years. Yet I will always remember how it all began.
We met in college, and I was impressed by the fact that he was the president of a popular student organization I knew. But I was eighteen. He seemed much older, older than the college boys I knew.
It wasn’t that he looked older, but there was a maturity about him I couldn’t ignore. Though he was kind, polite, and handsome, I thought he was probably a veteran. Since I wasn’t interested in dating older guys, I didn’t consider him a possible boyfriend.
Still, he seemed interested in me.
I not only looked young for my age, about fifteen, I was probably one of the least mature freshmen on campus. But one of my friends had a mad crush on Charlie Bull. She talked about him all the time. The more she talked, the better he sounded.
Have you ever stopped to think about how many firsts you have in your life?
First time sleeping through the night.
First real food.
And that's all usually in the first year.
What's your excuse?
Excuse for what? It could be anything. Anything you find yourself putting off or doing other things instead of.
For me, this summer, it's exercise. And calling an allergist to start that journey. And writing a novella.
I can find excuses to not do all of those things. Easily!
Above is my front flower garden. It might not look that big from this angle, but let me tell you. When it's time to pull weeds, it can take a while. Especially if you're like me and let it get away from you.
So, lately, I've decided to pull a weed or two every time I walk by.
This may seem like it wouldn't accomplish much. After all, what's a few weeds when there are so many others left?
Well, let me tell you.
By working in increments like that, and breaking it into a few at a time, it's not nearly as hard on my back and legs. And after a while of pulling two or three weeds each time I walk by, there won't be that many left at all. Instead of having to spend over an hour in the hot garden, I'm taking a minute here and two minutes there and doing it a little at a time.
And it's much less daunting, too.
Have you ever read through the Bible? When's the first time you did it?
I'll be honest. I sludged through most of it one year in college. Since then, it's been hit or miss some years, but I've gotten to where I try to read it at least once a year. One year, I did it in three months with a friend. That was intense, but it was also doable.
Why is it so hard to make time to dig into God's word and learn the story of how we got to be where we are? Shouldn't we want to know all we can about the God we serve and love?
My six-year-old does.
Last year, the above picture happened. And you might not see anything wrong with it, because zinnias are lovely, right? Well, to read more about it, here's the original post.
Needless to say, I didn't want a repeat of my zinnias taking over my vegetable garden.
Don't get me wrong. I adore zinnias. I love their sturdiness and vibrant colors and the way they attract butterflies and bees.
But I also love seeing my green bean plants and other yummies growing healthy, too.
This is a place for me to share thoughts and ideas not just related to writing. Thoughts about what's going on in my life, about an idea I got that I thought shareworthy, or just a funny anecdote.