nostalgia

i only realized just this morning that it's been 1 whole year since i started this blog! the first thing i did when i got online this morning was to check out my own archives to see what was going on in my life last year. freezing cold weather, ant problems, awkward social situations, cooking frustrations, new jobs, being squished in the middle of the bed, watching kaylee over-night, and, of course, turning 25. things really have changed so much in just one year.

last night josh and i decided it was time to fill the new picture frame collage that he got me for christmas. we had already picked our favourite england pictures and had them developed, so the evening was filled with measuring and taping and cutting and then more measuring and hammering and ta-da! it looks beautiful. i added some heart-shaped rocks that josh collected for me on his travels through europe and a postcard that i sent him from home. as i was going through a big shoe box of letters and mementos, i came across a whole bundle of letters that i had written to him. who knew i was such a romantic? well, i guess i did, but REALLY! i was quite poetic at times:

"you asked today on the phone what i think when i think of you and i said i'd write it down. i've been attempting to put words to it today, but am still sitting here without any inspiration. what i feel is so beautiful, yet intangible, like a snowflake landing on your open palm, at once so beautifully and intricately structured that you feel you could paint it, if given the chance, but the next moment it is only a drop of water. what am i trying to say? some songs are most beautiful because they have no words. shall i still go on and risk ruining the sound of the symphony in my mind?"

there is something about going back in time in my mind that i just love. i believe i get that from my mom who has kept diaries since she was a teenager. every evening she writes about her day, then goes back to years past and reads about what happened that exact day years ago. i used to love it when she'd read snippets out loud to us, like the cute words we said as toddlers, or what labour was like when she gave birth to us. i, too used to keep journals. i'd write sporadically, but often enough. now that i'm married, i think i've written in my journal maybe 10 days all together! blogging has replaced it somewhat, but last night i realize how much i do miss it, and how much i will miss it when, years from now, there won't be much of a record of my early married years. so i think i will start keeping a journal again.

it is a cold, sunny morning. the day will be warm again today, as it has been for the past week. i'd love a little rain. my hyacinth bulbs have been peeking out from the dirt for a month now, and one has decided it's time to bloom. the problem is, he isn't nearly out of the dirt yet. so there is my little pink hyacinth, blooming his heart out, still halfway in the dirt. my poor plants are so confused. josh made me 2 four-foot narrow beds over the weekend and i planted strawberry plants in them! they look so cute along the railing of our patio. both josh and i are just itching to make another trip down to the nursery to buy more plants... maybe i'll get some plant money for my birthday!

it's time for me to head off to work. will post some wedding dress photos next time for you, shannon. (how could a girl ever resist showing off pictures of her wedding dress?!)