Things That Made Me Cry Today.

A picture of my friend and his wife

dressed up in pioneer clothes.

A story about a birthday gift

sparkling with real-life romance.

The pattern of the disco ball

swirling on the floor.

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You don't get to meet Amys too often.

This is Amy.

I met her at work.

I don't know her that well,

but I do know

that she's always kind to people.

She lets you know

that you're a special person

to her.

She always tries her very best at things.

I can't imagine her quitting

or giving up.

If she did,

she would be sure

to learn a lesson from it

and do better next time.

It sure is something

to know a girl like her.

You don't get to meet Amys

too often.

So when you do,

you should take a moment to appreciate it.

America the Beautiful.

"When they study our civilization

two thousand years from now,

there will only be three things

that Americans will be known for:

the Constitution,

baseball,

and jazz music.

They're the three most beautiful things

Americans have ever created."

-Gerald Early

I have to agree.

Mona Lisa.

I really don't like Brad Paisley at all,

(to my roommate Ashley, I apologize)

but I recently heard this song.

I feel like the frame

that gets to hold the Mona Lisa

and I don't care

if that's all I ever do.

I found it interesting

that that's even a song.

When I go to art museums,

I often like the frames as much as,

if not more than,

the paintings themselves.

Let's be honest.

That's a beautiful frame.

Better looking,

I would submit,

than Lisa herself.

You'll Be in My Heart (Pop Version).

This is Katie.

We're sisters.

Today is her birthday.

The greatest tribute

that I can give to her life

is with my own life.

So much of me is because of her.
All the cool parts of me are, at least.

The music I like.
The movies I quote.
The sports I watch.
The food I order at restaurants.

Wherever I go,
people like me because of her.

Where would my fond memories of growing up be
without playing Barbies
long after she was too old for them,
"dejunking" our room
while we listened to Now 3,
playing duets,
and watching tennis tournaments
while eating Texas toast and soft pretzels?

I'm glad she's my monkey sister,
sistergirl honey child butternut squash,
white beaver,
graduate of loonbuggy school,
etc.
etc.
etc.

I want to meet the cow that made this.

I want to love life so much

that when I eat ice cream,

my first wish is to meet the cow that made it

so I can give her props.

How nice it would be

to be so easily touched

by the little things in life,

and to be so aware

of where thanks are due.

Waiting up.

When you decide to wait up

for your roommate to come home from her date,

you're in for the long haul.

Seriously.

So much drooling on the couch.

But it's worth it.

No girl should walk in,

starry-eyed,

from a nearly magical evening

and have to

proceed 

straight 

to 

bed.

There should be someone

drooling on the couch,

waiting to hear her dreamy sighs

and giggle with her

and watch the awe on her face

as she stares into space.

And it's nice to be that someone waiting,

who gets to take part in

the fresh excitement,

and not the tempered feelings

of the next morning.