When One Drinks Sunshine, it Goes Down Like Euphoria

"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands." 
-Psalm 19:1

The other day I didn't even get out of my pajamas or put on makeup until around three o'clock - laziness is fun, let me tell you. Sitting on the driveway (in aforementioned pj's) while watching the little girls run around amidst bubbles and soaking up sunshine is one of the most enjoyable ways to spend the day. Summer is something that is good for the soul; sometimes it's nice to rest and just breathe. And the air - it's a new wonder, so fresh and clean and new, riding on the breeze. The new mid-year leaves dance in the wind, and the grass shouts, "I'm so green! Look at me!" The aqua sky isn't blemished by a single grey cloud, and the ground is just warm enough for bare feet to sift through the grass. Late night walks while braving humidity, espresso frozen yogurt, and giggles - lots of them, like always, especially while at rehearsal for our local theatre's production of Sleeping Beauty. I love little green Fauna and everything, I just don't think I was born to play her. It'll be a stretch. Kendall can testify. 

Eating too much and promising to work out tomorrow, avoiding mosquitoes, obsessing over bokeh. Going to see movies about tornadoes, singing lots and lots for no reason whatsoever, and embracing life. Practicing piano until my fingers were calloused for guild. Swimming until our skin is the color of a beige pony's, hair dripping in strings around our rosy faces. Completely cleaning out my bedroom, and letting the evening sunsets drip golden light on my pillows. Swinging in the backyard and letting our rambunctious golden puppy lick every inch of my face and fingers and toes until he finally settles down enough to snuggle up. Grilling out and enjoying the smell of steak (even though no, I still won't eat it). 

Life is just so gorgeous, ya'll. So have some sweet tea and sit on your back porches and soak it up. Ya'll. (southern attempt = fail.) 



In Rememberance

As you're grilling your hot dogs and swimming in your pools and tanning in your backyards, remember to remember.

"Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." 
-John 15:13

Happy Memorial Day!


Sun Bokeh in Our Hair and Gleams in Our Eyes

Yesterday, Kendall, Sara Beth, and I went to our zoo for an afternoon to celebrate summer. Because I hadn't gotten to hang out with Kendall in a while, and because I hadn't seen Sara Beth in almost a year (how did we let that happen?), we soaked up sun and giggled and caught each other up on life and giggled some more. Because that's just what we do.

Oh. And we fed giraffes. Because we're cool like that.

The giraffe's tongues are almost two feet long. And blue. And sticky.

I liked them because I relate to them (being awkwardly tall-ish and all).

Kendall liked them because they're, well, kinda like horses. Almost.
With the exception of the coloring. And the height.

And Sara Beth liked them because - they're giraffes. Why does anyone actually need a reason to like them?

Man I love these kids... 

So here's to summer. And fun. And giggling until your stomachs hurt and eating dippin' dots even when you're full and freaking out when the jaguar makes weird noises and making inside jokes that no one understands. And here's to the meerkats. 'Cause they're pretty cool too. 
K I'm done. 


She Dreamt With Her Feet and Went Where They Took Her

I love to be on stage. It's the thing that thrills me to the very tips of my fingertips and toes, that lights up my face, and sends my heart racing. My love is performing.

When my mom asked what my favorite thing about ballet recitals was as she was restricting my hair into a bun, my answer was quick.

"Getting ready."
"Not the actual performance?"
"That's second."

It's true - I'm a glitzy girl at heart. I love applying mascara and eyeshadow and sparkly hairspray as much as your average pageant girl. Which is probably part of the reason that I love performing entirely too much. That's how I know it's what I want to do with my life.


madi - lovely as usual

The rehearsal was discouraging - long and stressful and confusing and full of mistakes, at least on my part. I was unfocused and annoyed with myself.
But luckily, that made a complete turnaround yesterday, and we pulled off Swan Lake with minimal mistakes and lots of gorgeousness.

hannah - she's amazing, just to let ya'll know.

As usual, the little girls backstage had my heart melting into mini-puddles as I soaked up the overdoses of cuteness.

The curtains closed, the rustle of breathless, skirt-clad girls ceased behind it, and the music started. The opening notes made us freeze into graceful positions and we danced our hearts out, just for the love of it. The polished wood gleamed off of our silk and tulle skirts as we spun and spread liberal amounts of glitter everywhere like defective fairies.

those shorts started trending sometime at the beginning of second semester...

These girls are like my second family. We've grown up together - we met with our feet inside teeny pink shoes as early as the age of seven. We love each other, comfort each other, build each other up. It's something that makes one smile a lot.

And naturally, seeing the little girls in their pale skirts, looking nervous and confused, we get nostalgic. We point and say, "hey, that was us eight years ago". And we can't believe how far we've come.

Life is like pointe shoes.
We have to break through the hard stuff
Keep going even if it hurts
Stay strong
Look beautiful
Stay in time with the music
Be confident
Be bold
Trust the support of the people who care
Go where our legs take us
And always, like a true dancer
Dream with our feet.

-mary catherine