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Probably my greatest fault is my face.

No really. It gets me in trouble all the time. I have a hard time lying with my face, I can do it with my words, but my face gives me away. Anger, disapproval, hurt, denial, it all makes it’s grand appearance across my eyebrows, eyes and mouth. Thanks face, thanks for giving away the punch line.

Probably my greatest gift is my optimism.

There is no task I cannot overtake. There is no dream too grand. There is no hurdle to high. Well, there are a few, but for the most part, I’ll make the way. Even if I break something, lose something, make a fool of myself in the process. I dare you to tell me “no”.

I’ve always been a journaler. Probably part breeding, part inclination. I’m obsessed with the idea that people of old, their stories, their tid bits, their boring days, are rewritten as novels and movies. Is my life historic enough for the big screen? I dream it is, but highly doubtful. Especially with the springing up of “blogs”. It seems the whole world has something important to say that the whole world needs to hear.

My life is small, but it’s enough. Newly married, figuring out this man I’m destined to spend eternity with (literally). Learning how to cook all the meals he loves that I don’t think are so great. Learning how to pick up things that aren’t mine and love it. Learning to share the bed. Learning that I don’t have to wait a few hours before I fall asleep any more. Learning that there’s someone there to listen, even when I don’t think there’s anything to tell. Learning that sometimes married squabbles are like sibling squabbles and that’s normal? Learning that love is more than I thought, and that’s a great thing.

My life is changing. No one can tell me I’m old, not yet. I’m young enough to make mistakes and still have time to make it up. I’m old enough to not waste my time making the same mistakes or crying over the same drama. I’m young enough to know that God has a lot more to show me, and I have a lot yet to learn. I’m old enough to know that even when I don’t think He’s there, He is.

I love my life.