Jon and I held hands tight as we left the hospital and we couldn't help but smile. However, those smiles quickly faded as we walked past other patients who were clearly struggling and in places not so happy. We must always remind ourselves how fortunate we are and count our blessings each and every day. Please pray for those who are suffering in this world. It's very easy to get lost in our own path - but the most important emotions we can feel on this earth are empathy and love for all God's creatures.
Our ONE YEAR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY is just days away! For all those who were there, or helped make it happen, thank you for sharing this special day with us! To be honest, I was the happiest bride ever, but I was also very, very scared. I didn't know if Jon would be here with me to celebrate this day. I feared he might not be. I seriously had nightmares of me eating that delicious top tier of the wedding cake by myself. He is here, feeling well, with a good check-up to boot, so as soon as this week is over, we will return to the loveliest city on earth. The one that brought us together.
And just for fun, here's an excerpt from a script I'm currently writing. Harper is basically me (not my dog, despite the name!). Grace is Harper's dog. Check out this little clip I wrote 3 years ago. The overall idea and small scenes have been inside me for over 5 years now, but I am finally sitting down and writing it as a feature for class. I hope to share more soon and I would love for this to be the first feature film I direct.
INT. HARPER’S BED - LATER
Grace wakes up yelping from a bad dream. Lifting up in bed, Harper calms her down, petting her.
Shhh. It’s okay. Do you want
me to tell you a story?
Grace paws and wimpers.
Ok, okay. Um. Once upon a time,
in a land that was not too far from here,
there was this old Indian woman. She was
older than any creek and older than any spring.
She was so old that she had these
fingernails that curved and wrapped
around, like this, you know?
Grace looks up at Harper, as though to answer.
And one day, the old lady, she began to cry.
A little Indian girl came up and asked,
“Why are you crying so?” And the woman
leaned in down real close and answered,
“Because I know I have to leave.” The little girl
asked, “Where are you going?” And the
Indian woman broke off each one of her
fingernails, SNAP, SNAP, SNAP, and handed them
to the girl. And then she looked up, out
over the land and pointed with bleeding
fingers to the littlest patch of white
light that rests just above the horizon
and she said, “Right there.”
Harper’s phone buzzes with a text message. Harper ignores.
If something happens to you, then
I’m going to go ahead and bury myself
too. Is that okay?