For the love.

So. It's been a while, has it not?

And for that, I am tremendously sorry.
I've been busy.
And when I say busy, what I really mean is taking a break from technology and enjoying my last summer days before Autumn makes it's appearance for the year 2010.

Oh, Autumn. I love Autumn. You know, I truly love all seasons.
It's interesting.
The seasons, I mean.
Why is it that seasons change?

Well, that's a silly question. The seasons are ever-changing because not one of them could handle our world all the time. So they take turns. They have a system all figured out.

And such is life.

It's hard to pick a favorite season, for they are all so wonderful in their own beautiful way.
So I've decided that my favorite season is whatever season is presently at hand.

It makes it easier to enjoy life if you're always in favor of the season at hand.

Anyway, enough about the seasons.

I have a story to tell you. I hope you enjoy it.

The other day, I was at work. I do love my work place. I find much joy in all aspects of it.
Anyway, I was working, and a young couple approached the front counter. The woman had evidence of sleeplessness on her face. She was lovely, one of those rare women who can portray beauty through exhaustion. Her husband was eager looking. He had a large smile on his face, and was walking in front of his wife, despite the fact they were hand in hand. I began with my typical greeting: "Hello. Welcome to Cafe Zupas! Can I get you any salads or sandwiches today?" The man quickly told me what it was that he wanted, and asked his wife what she wanted. He said, "Darling, you can get whatever you want." She told me what it was that she wanted, and I began making salads for the both of them. I thought they had moved down the line to order soups, when I heard a whisper from the man. "Would you like to know something?" I looked up, unsure if he was talking to me. He was looking at me, the eager smile still on his face. "Tell me." I said, smiling. "My wife is pregnant with twin boys." I congratulated him excitedly. He looked at his wife who had moved down the line and smiled. "We just found out. We were just at the doctor. We haven't even told anybody yet." I continued to be excited for him.
Can you believe that I was the first person to find out about this fact that has changed the lives of this lovely couple forever?
This man clearly couldn't hold in his excitement. His wife had clearly been thinking about the stress that would be filling her life for years to come. But her husband was the happiest Daddy-To-Be I had ever seen.
I hope my hubs is a happy Daddy-To-Be. Even when I'm the most exhausted lady on the earth.

Isn't that lovely for them? Twin boys? I was so excited for them.
It made me want children.
I hate it when I experience baby blues... It's simply awkward. I'm only 17..

Well, that's my story.

Anyway. I've made a recent connection that my senior year of high school is nearly 1/8 of the way over.
This fact has me depressed. But it's also made me decide to live every moment of this upcoming year to the fullest.
I've also started to think about college...
Isn't it crazy how quickly your life flies? I have no idea how I got to this age.
Really.

You know how everybody goes through the "Awkward phase?" It is generally between the ages of 8 and 13 that this phase occurs.
In this awkward phase, the child is ever so awkward looking, no matter how attractive they may think they are. And everything about them is just awkward.
I've been looking at my elementary school pictures lately, and I've realized that my awkward phase lasted an extremely long time.. Perhaps it's still happening. That's quite possible.
I have two younger brothers both sitting on the awkward train ride through the awkward phase. And I love every moment of it. It's truly hilarious. I have sympathy for them.
I was a very awkward child.

This is a post of things I've been thinking about lately.
It's probably horrible, but I wouldn't like to know. So I'm just going to post it without my regular proof-read.

I have a general love for the human race.
It's beautiful.



By: Mallory