While we’re in Chicago, we spend a night driving around my hometown, past the Riverwalk and up side streets, through neighborhoods and by a big barn, looking for a white wall that we can take self-timer pictures against. I keep saying to Tim, thank you for doing this! for putting up with my crazy! for letting me pursue this idea of a blog header with our picture in it! and he looks at me, and he’s like, What? I want to do this, too!
And a few hours later, here is what we have:
My friend Kendra tells me how my writing is so much more me since I’ve met Tim and how that’s indicative of the kind of marriage in which I’m loved well and so, free to be more of who I am. I tell her that’s a lovely thought and one I hope is true and that Tim’s a good gift, I see it more every day, in the way he gives me his time and his ear and, one night in Naperville, Illinois, hours of self-timed photos.
Other good gifts I’ve been enjoying this past week:
- A reminder that God has made us with certain gifts and desires, like the ability to write our stories — “He said, ‘You may never be published but that doesn’t change the way I made you. You’re a writer. Stop caring about the other stuff and just write.’”
- A challenge to ask yourself why you’re writing, or blogging, and if it’s worth it. — “Are you really saying what you want to say, what makes you come alive?”
- Such a good description of what it’s like to be a writer, I found myself nodding at the screen. — “Being a writer might sound romantic, in a certain light and to a certain sort of person, but the reality is a lot of time at the desk.”
- How love is like lightning
- A call to check out of the online world and be exactly where you’re supposed to be
- This beautiful blog that always feels like such a gift to read
- Inspiration for summer thrifting