Cosmic Love

The other day I told Trey I felt like eating ice cream.

That's all that was said, and our conversation continued.

5 to 10 minutes later I said, "You know what would be really awesome?"

He answered, "If Coldstone delivered?"

WHAAAA???

The jury's still out on whether him reciting word for word my thoughts makes him

just that cool

or me

just that lame.

Good Morning Sunshine

Yesterday morning I woke up.

I rolled over to face Trey.

He stared at me.

Yelled, "Pillow Fight!"

And chucked a pillow at my face.

The other day

we somehow were talking about how birth control is just putting a lot of extra hormones in your body.

(don't ask)

"Why do you take it then?"

"Do you want a child right now?"

"....kinda."

"....me too."

no plans like that of any sort right now, but at least we're on the same page.

(and sometimes I feel like Tina Fey and I'm surrounded.)

A Typical Drive Home

Trey has this thing where he likes to grab my leg, right above the knee, and laugh at how high I jump.

He did that while driving home from work.

I punched him in the arm.

"You are so exasperating!"

"I think you're using that word wrong."

"I am not."

"Does it mean sexy?"

"No."

"Then you're using it wrong."

A few weeks ago

we went camping.

We floated down the Green River and it was awesome.

Afterwards, we were at dinner with Trey's grandparents, and his grandpa had printed out a few pictures from the trip.

One of the pictures was Trey and I eating slim jim's (healthy campers is what we are), I'm in sweats, no make up, my hair is up in a pile on top of my head, and I'm making a weird face.

So basically, a normal picture of me, and I didn't think twice about it.

Later that evening Trey's sweet grandma exclaims, "Sara did you see that HORRIBLE picture of you? I told Ted that would not be your favorite picture."

Hahahahaha.

Maybe I should start worrying about my appearance more? ;)

I am...

at a loss.

I just finished this book.

I about died.

It was one of those moments where you just sit there.

Paralyzed.

By brilliance.

My arms were like lead,

I couldn't breathe, and my insides were light.

Good books make you think.

This book froze me.

My mind stopped.

I asked Trey, "How can some people be so brilliant?"

(his reply: "well, we work really hard and that's just the way we are.")

I didn't read this.

I devoured it.

Soaked up every ounce of its glory.

Whether it was 100 pages at once or 1 paragraph, I was completely in it.

Surrounded.

I want everyone to read it.

And no one.

I want to shout to every single soul to be in this story.

And I don't want anyone else to know about it.

It's one of those.

Because I am convinced that no one else will love it as fiercely as I do

or see the beauty in every syllable.

This might be over the top.

I don't care.

There is so much beauty in this world.

So many brilliant people.

Straight from God.

And words...words matter.

Haaaaave You Met

Ted?

Just kidding. His name isn't Ted. He doesn't really have a name, but sometimes I call him

El Scooterino in my mind.

the scooter duh, not Trey.

We love him. We found him abandoned on a friends' lawn, so we adopted him.

Here is one of my favorite pictures of us:

Firstly because its hilarious.

Secondly because that's how 95% of the pictures we take together look.

You may be concerned for my safety and be wondering why I am only wearing a mere bike helmet.

No worries.

El Scooterino is obviously a 1-seater,

and we are lucky when we hit 25 mph going downhill.

All the other drivers on the road love us when we ride him to In-n-Out.

Obviously.