Rule #32: Enjoy the little things

Waking up and remembering my dreams perfectly.
Pulling into my destination right as a song ends.
Dreams that could be movies.
When he smiles and laughs.
Mismatched socks.
Driving into the sunrise.
The smell of crayons and books.
Reading on the trampoline till the sun goes down.
Finding musical soul mates.
Watching how different birds fly.

Laughing at myself, especially when no one else is.
Feeling pretty.

Secretly walking to the beat of the music in my headphones.
Taking pictures of pretty things.
Funny license plates.
Naps.
Getting a letter in the mail.
My fish.
Making my dad laugh.
Unexpected text messages.
Being me and loving who I am.

Rachel 29

Love as much as you can. Why? Because every time you love and every time you fall in love, your capacity to love grows. Fourteen years old mutter words to each other that they hardly understand but they mean it when they say "I love you" to each other. They mean it as much as they can. Then she turns twenty and whispers is again. She still means it but it means so much more this time. She still may not understand it, and the meaning may have been tweaked by time and experience, but she means it. She loves him. And when the eighty year old couple who has seen their five children grow and have children of their own recite these words to each other, they have a whole new definition. It's a connotation though, nothing that can be found in a dictionary. They love each other for the times they hated each other. They love because of every last flaw and every imperfection. And they love because they find one another perfect for those flaws. They love each other bigger than the fourteen and twenty year olds because they have loved and loved and their capacity to love is ginormous. So don't be afraid to fall in love. Yes, it sucks when falling out but it's necessary for growth.

Rachel 28

Sometimes I wonder what life will be like when it's meshed with another person's life. I have a pretty decent idea of what my life, my house, my schedule, and all that stuff would be like if I were to live by myself for the rest of forever. But add a man and it changes. Then once we get comfortable, or even before then, some kids are thrown into the equation. The only thing constant is change. But anyways, will he like how I decorate? Will he care? If he wants a perfect house with couches that match the drapes, he shouldn't even ask me on the first date. That's not how I roll. Eclectic and fantastic is the only way my house will be. We'll have our own art on the walls. The chairs around the table will all be different. Not a single plate will match. Not because we'll be poor (but if we are, I don't care) but because I love it that way. And if a plate breaks, the set isn't incomplete because we'll run over to Salvation Army and get another non-matching plate. Oh love love love. I love my life. And I love the one with whom my life will mold completely and perfectly.

Rachel 27

It's summer and I'm concentrating my desire to do something useful into art. I've never considered myself and artist. I can't even doodle in the margins of my class notes. But here are some pictures of the things I've done.

Before... Just crayons hot glued to the top of canvas. A bunch of the crayons were broken, but don't worry, they'll melt and you can't even tell in the finished thing.
Oh... leave outside and blow dry till they melt and drip as far as you want.

I like it upside down like this. That's probably how I'll hang it.

Puffy paint.

So my white TOMS are lovely but they needed to love so why not embroider them? ♥