I continued walking around and I spent a half an hour laying on the Quad feeling the breeze and the sunshine waft over me, and it was honestly bliss. In that moment I felt like everything will be fine. I've been worried about a lot of things, but I felt peace, which was needed. Tyson was busy studying for a test at that moment in time and so he couldn't talk to me (I know I'm pathetic), but instead of feeling alone I felt peace. Everything will work out, and I will be strengthened through these next two years. I won't be texting him constantly anymore, but I won't feel lonely. I have a connection with him that distance or time haven't broken so far, and it won't break when he leaves. I know that now, and it was a wonderful realization.
When I decided it was time to go home I felt the dread of going inside like a dead weight. Enclosed space felt like prison. I was not excited to go back to my apartment, but I went nonetheless.
Not more than a half an hour after coming home Mallory rushed in and said that it was time for a picnic. And it most definitely was. We bustled around the kitchen trying to find picnic foods and a basket. We settled for a laundry "basket" and neatly placed everything inside. Our lunch consisted of: carrots and dip, potato chips, wheat thins, strawberry-orange-banana punch, sugar cookies, and star-shaped sandwiches! It was wonderful!
We ate our delicious lunch and talked with our passing-by friends. We spent 2 hours on that blanket, basking in the sun, playing MASH, talking, making funny faces, listening to Kelsie's sound effects, and throwing grass at each other. I can't think of a better way to spend a spring afternoon!
Now, officially, we have accomplished activity #5. Success!
And now a silly unrelated tidbit. I was reading the back of Kelsie's cookie bag and it says:
An unspoken expression of love for all things chocolatey? or crunchy? or just plain sweet?
This led me to think about my choice of cookie. So I pose a question. When given the choice between a sugar cookie, oatmeal raisin, double chocolate, a traditional chocolate chip or an Oreo, which would you choose? What does that mean about you?
My choice would be an oatmeal raisin. But sugar cookies (depending on the kind) and Oreos make a close second. So what does that mean about me? Ha ha, most likely absolutely nothing. But maybe it means that I'm traditional and old-fashioned. Which is true in many ways. :)
The cookie bag also said this:
Each day our bakers bring to life a collection of cookies so full of flavor and personality they can hardly be contained in a bag. Each one unique, each one brilliant, and each one awaiting the opportunity to be savored. Will you simply eat one? or will you allow its deliciousness to consume you?
Besides being a wonderfully written marketing tool, this bag sounds so poetic--and yummy! Who would have thought? I will definitely let delicious cookies consume me. :)
I love happy days!
1 comment:
I love you loving happy days! Classic wonderfulness from Taylor. :)
I was so excited when I saw all of you outside on the blanket! I wish I could have stayed and enjoyed the sun with you longer. ;) This just means we'll have to do it again sometime!
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