You know how there's always that one perfect person in your life that can make any day better? And you finished each others sentences, and people always see you together. You get so close to their families that you'll stop by anytime "just to say Hi" and they call you daughter and you call them mom or dad? And people always get the two of you mixed up and call you the wrong name, and hand you the others test papers? No? -Oh there for a minute you probably thought I was talking about about a guy! Haha!~ Nope. It's my Twin.
Confession-we're not actual twins. Shocking. I know! Dena and I met at John A. in the Interp'ing program, and before we knew it-the above was happening. We spent M-Th together-all day! Yup.
Well fast forward to now. We've both moved out of So. Il one of us to FLA(that's Florida for those of you who don't speak ASL) and the other to DC. A few months back I got to fly to FLA for Dena's graduation(thanks Momma Cathy and Daddy Donnie)..see what I mean*
Then when I got to come to DC my momma decided to fly Dena here for the weekend(thanks momma). And the rest they say is history!
The Sunday before she came Dena go
t engaged to a great guy named Andy. You can read all about him here. So perfect timing for the Twins to get to hang out and look at wedding stuff too.I met Dena at the airport, with this wonderful sign. And I had three guys offer to be my twin before she arrived. I said no. Because clearly they weren't my twin!
That was Thursday night, and after being in the airport for 30 minutes or so. *I forgot to pay for parking and I couldn't remember where I'd parked* We headed home, and I missed three exits in a row-because of all the talking we were doing! Ooopsie!
I'm sure more stories will follow, but that's another blog. We're off to the National Kite Festival!
ME THANK-GOD FOR-FOR D-E-N-A TWO OF US BEST-FRIENDS ALWAYS
I am getting paid a relatively good amount of money to sit and do nothing, all because one person decided that I'm not good at my job. Thanks! I mean I could be out slaving around, interpreting boring meetings and trainings, but I'm not. I'm sitting at an office-in the AC looking for a great present for one of my besties. And you know what? The Bible tells me to "Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything." So while I could be out-increasing my chances of possibly getting carpel tunnel-I'm sitting here reading my Bible and my Jesus books*those are my books that have something to with Christianity and I do so love it when people ask"What are you reading?" Because then I can say-"well actually..." *So I'm going to continue "counting all my joy" when I have to go to the office. Because-this is the best paid vacation I've ever been on! I have 11 days of work;two 4 day weekends and 1 full week of site seeing left in my city. I'm really going to miss it-but some days I'd give the Washington Monument for some fresh dirt *and I really love George ;) *
So. This weekend eventful, to say the least. First-my daddy came to visit me. Lots of fun. Not a lot of talking :) But lots of fun! Saturday we slept in(a must) then headed off to the Native American History Museum, saw a political protest, two bloomin' cherry trees and sampled the goods at Eastern Market.*We had smoothies*Sunday, we slept in (notice a pattern?) and then we headed on across the big Chesapeake Bay Bridge to eat de-licious crab, flounder, and scallops.*Jealous yet?* Yeah. I know ;) Then to the outlet mall, where dad graciously followed me into every store and bought me a Raspberry Truffle. Then back across the bridge, we stopped off at a huge tackle store. Dad bought some lures(with hooks) and proceeded to explain to me how he expected to just "carry them on the airplane". Yeah. I'm gonna mail them! But mostly we've been just hangin' and going to Whole Foods. And he even cleaned up my apartment today. Dads sure are cool. Earthly ones and Heavenly ones. And as my earthly Daddy sits and reads the paper next to me, I'm really thankful to my heavenly Father for picking him for me.
Oxymoron. BitterSweet.
I don't know anything that is bitter and sweet. Most things are more of one than the other.Like- realizing that 12 weeks in the city of your dreams is about to come to a close-Bitter. Having one last summer with all your childhood friends, and having two besties get married-Sweet. Bitter-Going through culture shock when you go back to farm country. Sweet- Going to farm country where they have freshly plowed dirt. These last few weeks have been a mix of BitterSweet moments. First I was just Bitter, but now I'm trying to find the Sweet. I know that God knows WAY more than I could ever pretend to understand. So I just let Him show me the Bitter and the Sweet. I'm not really sure of anything past tomorrow, and I think that's how God wants it.
Now each time I go out I try and soak up all I can. Today, I sat on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial and just listened. I listened to the sounds of the city-Sweet. Realizing that I won't be about to walk out my front door, and see the monuments-Bitter.
I've been mentally compiling a list in my head-everything I do seems to be BitterSweet.
All in all- no matter how Sweet or Bitter, God always has our best interest in mind, and He always shows us the Sweet for the Bitter.
t engaged to a great guy named Andy. You can read all about him here. So perfect timing for the Twins to get to hang out and look at wedding stuff too.I met Dena at the airport, with this wonderful sign. And I had three guys offer to be my twin before she arrived. I said no. Because clearly they weren't my twin!