June's Tunes

Adam Young and Poptarts. Your argument is invalid.

I've without any doubt been addicted to music lately. (That's no excuse for the face palm, embarrassing title, I know.) Old and new, pop and whatever other genres it is I like (I'm not yet certain). So, here's a playlist of what's been helping me wake up, get ready, daydream, etc. Daydreaming takes up a humiliating portion of that. 

Clouds ~ Zach Sobiech

Lingering Still ~ She & Him

If My Heart Was a House ~ Owl City

Danny's Song ~ Loggins and Messina

By Your Side (acoustic) ~ Tenth Avenue North

Here, There and Everywhere ~ The Beatles

Ho Hey ~ The Lumineers

A Twist In My Story (acoustic) ~ Secondhand Serenade 

I Thought I Saw Your Face Today ~She & Him

This Guy's in Love With You ~ Herb Albert & the Tijuana Brass Band

How did I manage to put together such a impressively varied group of songs, that in no way seem to go together? I'm not sure. I'm really not. 

Pictures coming soon! Like real ones. Because I've gotten addicted to blogging in my phone I've abandoned things like I don't know... What this blog was really supposed to be for. ;) So, I'm going to unload a bushel of photos on y'all soon. 

So, you guys and gals (If I HAVE any guy readers...) what are songs have been on repeat for you this week?

Be back soon and I'm already excited to get back to heart poured out and drained dry in words and pictures posts. I love you all! <3 

An Introduction... An Important Introduction

Today I thought I'd post a (depressingly blurry phone) picture of my new baby brother. Okay, maybe he's a little furrier than me, but it's not nice to judge. ;) His name by the rest of my family is Bootsy but I'm disagreeably refusing to go along, so I'm thinking up my own name for the kid. Hopefully this won't end with him seeking therapy for an identity crisis. 

"It's hard to explain how a few precious things seem to follow throughout all our lives."

I may not have many readers, but the ones I have are incredible. <3 Thank y'all for the comments; you really bless me. So many awesome comments I have to get back to that I haven't gotten around too. It seems like not much but all I can say is thank you so much. 

These days are beautiful. The rain makes me happy and I feel like everyone else who feels so are kindred spirits. I'm finally content for now, and that's something that God has answered that I never really saw coming. I've had to learn to become outgoing and less terrified of what others will say in return. Maybe I'm still terrified, but I'm pushing myself anyway and it's not easy but it is worth it. I met a boy I'm going to work with often whose smile today made me jump a little and I honestly don't know what came over me. I found myself speechless. Alabama Summer days may be hot but they sure are magical... So are the nights when the humid air blows and you can daydream while looking up at the sky, hearing a chorus of crickets chime their symphony. This Summer is something to remember and be happy about. Memories are being made.

On sort of a side note, (because the above totally wasn't random enough for you), I loaded this song on my phone the other day and it brought back a flood of memories of me being little and asking my mom and dad to play it over and over again. I remember them singing it in the old van, a Kenny Loggins cassette playing. I especially remember my dad singing it, and that's probably why I looked it up on Father's Day (which also brought back memories to my parents). But it makes me cry, the end of it, and it probably always will. It's the good tears though. It's the "I'll never forget certain moments of my childhood" tears. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpXUYIOoFzM

 I'm very naive. I know I am. But I'm  coming to another crossroads where I have to choose to either dream or fly back down to reality and although I know what I should do, I still wonder. I still imagine. I still believe that it could be. 

I typed this down in my phone earlier without thinking about it ahead of time but I really liked it, not because it sounds beautiful and poetic since it definitely doesn't. I liked it because it was feelings written before fully processed. Raw and so fresh that I didn't really understand what my heart meant and what God was telling me until I read my own words. I'm a dreamer. I fear though to be hurt by these dreams and  I'm sure many know what I mean. You think yet another dream will hurt you (again) but the tug inside to wonder what if seems to get to you every time. So you Dream. And you live. And you wait. No matter how much hurt may lie in store for your crushed reveries, the possibility of them becoming reality takes center stage again. And once again, it's all worth it.