Today my best friend is coming over and I am sewing her grad dress. I'm really excited, and happy, yet I know its going to be bittersweet. In a few months she'll graduate, and then a few months later head off to college. Its the grim reality, of growing up.

I've never been the greatest with change, just ask my friends :) But I think the adventure of change is great, just as long as it doesn't stay different for too long.

However, I think I'm going to spend the last few months of the school year going crazy, spending too much time with her, doing all the things we wanted to do, before we hit that road...you know the one that goes seperate ways?

So here's to today and living it while I can :) <3

The Notes of My Heart

There is this place in my heart where only I can go, to find rest, and happiness when I am sad and lonely.

This place is so sacred to me, yet so unreal, and for that very reason, I want to share it all with you.

I look at life like a song, every day adds on a new beat, and new melody, and new voice in which I strive to please my Lord. And I, being so far from perfect, fall many times, and that song is lost. When that is the case, I look to my Savior, Family and Friends, to help pick up the broken record, and get the music started again.

So here's some of the pieces of my heart, written out for you, to laugh at the mistakes I've made, and hopefully see that I am learning, however slow it may be, to trust wholly on my Savior's arms.

Living life as a love song can be beautiful, and I aim and strive to live it to the max, loving every second of this crazy ride.

And She Dreams

Her mind comes alive when the candles burn out

Her eyes dart this way and that like the hawk intent on his prey

Her hair like golden locks of sunshine

Falling

Cascading

Glowing in the midnight

She is like a deer

Bounding down the beaten path of the unknown

Moving in perfect beat with her heart

And in the faint dust she stumbles

Crashing

Falling

Gravity refusing to stop

He ensnares her with his arms of love

Sweeter then honey

Stronger then the great oak

Surer then the sun

His touch is warm like a fire in the dead of winter

Soft like a blanket of velvet

His scent he leaves behind him like the slippery wet trail left behind an early October rain

Her thoughts become cluttered like leaves descending in mid September

Once again she tumbles

Falling

Crashing

Plunging into the silky warm blankets of a bed ready made

For dreams o're take her

She sleeps in sweet peace tonight