These would be some of the first questions I would ask you:
1. What is your relationship with God?
2. How many cats do you have?
3. What are their names?
4. What is (are) your favorite kind(s) of food?
5. If you had one wish (and couldn’t ask for more wishes), what would it be?
Adding fresh #strawberries to any salad makes it so much better!
My latest (and perhaps greatest) inspirational mix. I’ll post the artists later after I prepare for my own meeting. I’m trying not to be nervous, but the positive thinking thing isn’t working for me yet!
Starting on my new playlist on Day 2 of my cabin fever. Thankfully, I don’t have people. I pray for all those affected by the #coronavirus -- especially the parents who are trying to juggle work and kids!
My mixes represent how I feel during a period of time. It’s been helpful during cancer treatment because the medicines make me moody and I can sort of flesh it out through mixing different types of movies. (And if it’s a really hard day, I dip back into more old school or find some tearjerker that can make me cry any remaining crap out.) It’s difficult to make definitive steps when most of the day is spent dreaming of things you don’t have the energy for yet.
Posting this on behalf of my father, who is just dumb. #rstales
Dear future spouse,
I cradle every word as I write it; I don’t want to let you down in any way, but time is not on our side tonight and so I must say what I’ve longed to say as long as my memory holds. You are the craftswoman that captured my heart when my head wasn’t working the way it used to. Your voice calls out to me when I lie still at night. My breath is altered with every syllable that rolls off your tongue. I cling to your every word and wonder if you feel the same emptiness I feel when I’m alone.
I’d like to hold you in my arms tonight, and if I had a saxophone, I’d play it for you, although I suspect I’d quickly realize I can’t impress you with a sax in the way I’d want to — in a perfect way.
You know my bumps in life and roll over them neatly.
I listen over and over to your fellowship until I realize who the fool really is. (Hint: It’s me, for the record.)
And I know that I’ve fallen hard and just want to ask one question…
There are things I couldn’t say in my letters that I would want to tell you in person before I asked the other questions I mentioned. Of course, the first question would be -- will you go out with me?
Scheduled for release just before midnight in the U.S. I’m embarking on the unknown. I pray it ends with a kiss and a “yes.”