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| 8/17 Well Cory leaves for school in two days. I don't even know when he will be back. Everything is going to be different. I have done this before but each time is harder. I thought it would get easier but no, it is just the opposite. I am missing him already, so sad. Not being able to see him everyday is going to be tough but at least I can still talk to him. And it's not like I can just get in a car and be with him in two hours. He is in Florida. Over 1000 miles away. No way can I just pop in and see him occasionally. I can see him twice a year. Three times if I am lucky. But I wouldn't trade this relationship and everything that we have to go through for any other one. I'd rather be missing him than never having to miss someone else. This will work out, it has before. Things will be okay. | | |
| saturday may third two thousand and eight.
today is stephanie's seventeenth birthday :) allie had her NOC meet today for track. and she did very well! i am very proud of her :) prom is in two weeks, exactly. cory still needs to get his tux so i think that is in the schedule for this weekend.
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream
of meeting you hearts longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk
looking like a fool for love,
for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets
are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched
the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own, without moving to hide it
or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy,
mine or your own;
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips
of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful,
be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story
you're telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful
and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty
even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your life from God's presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure,
yours and mine, and still stand on the edge
of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon , Yes!
It doesn't interest me to know
where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are,
how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center
of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what
or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,
and if you truly like the company you keep in empty moments.
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| I like all of these, they all mean something to me.
this is very cute :) that's why i like it.
They didn't agree on much. In fact,
they rarely agreed on anything.
They fought all the time. & they
challenged each other every day.
But despite their differences, they
had one important thing in common.
They were crazy about each other.
-The Notebook
she's banged up.
mentally and emotionally.
literally and metaphorically.
but every day she walks outside
with a smile on her face.
because that's who she is,
the girl who never stopped smiling
This lullaby is only a few words,
a simple run of chords,
quiet here in this spare room,
but you can hear it, hear it.
Wherever you may go,
even if I let you down,
this lullaby plays on
An empty chair at all the tables
And I'll be seeing you when all my days boil down
But it's better where you're going anyway
I believe in love, in arguing, in jamming out by yourself in the car. I believe in smiling til your cheeks hurt and laughing until you cry. I believe in having someone tell you you're beautiful, dancing in the rain, and miracles. I believe in second chances, even if you've completely screwed up.
You're standing at the door, and I'm falling to the floor.
You look even better than you did before.
I'm staring at my feet, wondering if I can do this.
It's been awhile but I couldn't forget you.
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| 'Cause with you I'd withstand all hell
To hold your hand.
It's already April 5th. This year is flying by. Spring Break came and went so very fast. I saw my boyfriend which was amazing :) He comes home in about three weeks I think. This school year has been very long but also went by fast. I'l be a senior next year.. weird. I'm ready though, I need to be done with highschool. I'm over it.
I went shopping with Liz today :) It was very fun. We bought some very cute clothes, they remind me of summertime- I love it!
Your worst battle is
between what you know and what you feel
I miss my boyfriend very much. It's been such a long time since he's been home.
She looked like her whole world was him. She looked a kind of happy I can't even imagine.
And no relationship is perfect, ever. There are some ways you have to bend, to compormise, to give something in order to gain something greater. But the love we have for each other is bigger than those small differences. And that's the key. It's like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot.
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spring break is very soon :)
I need to start writing in my diary !
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