Giggle.s.

the feeling of finishing a speech and knowing it went well.

42 minute phone calls with grandmas.

snail mail.

snail mail from a friend.

packages.

especially surprise packages.

healing.

miracles.

thank you, Jesus.

amen.

Life has been, well, life. duh.

Life has been typical of college, I guess...

• too much energy at midnight to go to bed, but not enough energy to get up for class in the morning.
• never ending homework.
• meeting lots of people. some more eccentric than others.
• realizing the little things about home that you miss...fair season, funnel cakes, fresh-cut flowers.
  
• becoming tired of eating in the same place 3 times a day, every day.
• being easily distracted by the "need" to check things such as facebook and email at 20 different times throughout the day.
• checking my mailbox at least once every day in hopes of mail...preferably real mail, not this university spam.
• realizing pringles should never be mailed. they arrive in a million pieces. *note to parents*
• realizing what 18 years in Lancaster can do to your speech.
  

And yet, adjusting has been amazingly smooth...

• realizing the loveliness of naps and the importance of time management
• decorating a minute cubicle to make it my home, complete with pictures, pictures and more pictures.
• suddenly knowing that you can survive on your own. you CAN do laundry (even if at home you thought you couldn't) and you can make unique concoctions in the nuker.
  
• and you can't do anything without the ever present worship music and, when needed for the giggle.s., country music.
  

It's all good.


* * *


and this is so sweet (Rascal Flatts)...


I wake up and teardrops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to
And then
I head off to my job
Guess not much has changed
Watch the clock
Head for home
Check the phone, just in case
Go to bed, dream of you
That's what I'm doing these days
Yeah, that's what I'm doing

Celebration

FIREWORKS!!!!


the beginnings of some fireworks...

my favorite picture...

I Got a Feelin'

Billy Currington

I don't wanna rush this thing
I don't wanna jump the gun
I really wanna say those three little words
But I'm gonna bite my tongue

Yeah, I'm just gonna lay on back
Leave it on cruise control
I'm gonna hold it all inside
Till the right time comes down the road

I got a feelin'My head's a reelin'
My heart is screamin'
I'm about to bust loose
Bottled up emotion
It's more than a notion
It starts with an "I"
And ends with a "U"
I got a feelin'
Are you feelin' it too

Welcome to Cedarville University

The Dixon Ministry Chapel

...and again.

The Centennial Library from across the lake...

...and up close


the Engineering, Nursing and Science building:
also known as my home for the next four years.

YAY!

YAY!

ECSTATIC-NESS!