Be mine?

Its that day. Valentine’s Day. The day of corny love letters, heart-felt poems, arranged flowers, and bitter singles.  Yes, another single year for me. And although I’d like to say I’m completely happy handing out my heart shaped candy boxes to my girlfriends, there’s always something inside me that hopes for the valentine’s day I can celebrate with the one I love.

Sure, it may be many years from now, but still I do dream of the day when I’ll receive a bouquet of daisies and a hand-made card. The day I’ll have a valentine. The day I’ll have someone to love. The day I’ll be able to prepare something cheesy and sweet for my man. That day may be far away. So until then Jesus is my valentine. He’s mine and I am His. Today, I’ll fall in love with Jesus.

Breakfast at Tiffany's

My favorite scene from the old classic, Breakfast at Tiffany's.

Dear lover.

My love, my husband,

             I'm still waiting. Still haven't met you. And  that's probably a good thing, considering I kinda have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to relationships. I'm hoping that somewhere, far, far, away you're waiting as well and that God has given you amazing wisdom and strength to deal with someone like me. I'm trying here darling, but its very hard sometimes. I feel like I keep breaking hearts and messing up. I don't want to be "that girl," but sometimes I fear its too late. I feel like I've been asking God for wisdom and trying to make the best decisions I can, but its just not working at the moment. I'm not giving up though, I'm learning from my mistakes. Honey, have I mentioned, I miss you, even though I haven't met you, I miss you. 
            So what about you? How's your life doing? Do you think about me? Do you pray for me? I'm praying for you. Praying that you have the will to continue on and wait for my heart. I'm saving my everything for you. I've not given away my heart to anyone yet, its safe with Jesus. I'm saving the kiss, the "I love you," and the first beautiful night for you. But its not just those things, I'm saving so much more for you.
            So... where does this leave us? Waiting still. Love, it is patient. And so, I'll keep waiting for you to come into my life. I'm being picky... just so you know. I'm not settling. Yes, I know you won't be perfect, and that's good, cause I surely ain't. So I'm still here. Missing you, loving the idea that one day we'll meet.
        Your beloved wife,
       Audrey <3

Bucket List - Build a Tree House

              When I was a little girl I would continually ask my parents to build me a tree house. And what was their reply? We don’t have a tree big enough. So now, I’ve made the decision that I want to make a tree house for my kids when I’m older. A place they can go with friends, a quiet place to do homework, somewhere sit and think in, and even a place I can reminisce in.

              Maybe its too early to start planning these kind of things, but still, its always a good thing to have in mind. So one day... hopefully, one day... I'll make a huge tree house for my kids. And in that house, I'll be a kid again. Happy. Innocent. And Free.

Bucket List - Dance in the Rain

                 I've seen the movies, I've read the books, and I've heard the stories... it would be amazing to dance in the rain. I've never been afraid of rain. When others run for cover, I've always inwardly wanted to stay out and jump through puddles enjoying the water as it hits my face and gathers on my eyelashes. To roll up my jeans, tie back my hair, and soak up the sweet natural waters from above... that would be pure bliss. Rain is simply perfect for everything. You can cry through it, dance with it, kiss in it, sleep to it, and sing in it. But whether you're crying, dancing, kissing, sleeping, or singing... rain keeps its constant down pour. It harmonizes with your every move. Its rain. The thing I'd like to dance in... sometime before I kick the bucket.

The Daisy.

           My favorite flower? The daisy. Its simple beauty has enchanted many throughout the years. Whether daisies were used for decorating Egyptian pots or in hair garlands of Crete, they were examples of simple glory. So what is the symbolism of the daisy? Daisies have long been thought to represent innocence, purity, beauty, and patience. My perfect flower. These days, innocence is looked down upon. The innocent are looked upon as uneducated and uncultured in the ways of the world. Yet, the daisy, a simple innocent beauty is not looked down upon. It’s nothing like the wild rose or the tulip, yet still intrinsic in its own way. It is the small flower growing on the roadside, sometimes unseen, but never forgotten.

             One day, I hope that daisies will make up the bouquets at my wedding. Their symbolism of patience will represent the time I’ve waited for my husband. Their innocence will be a symbol of my purity. And their simple beauty will represent everything that God has created me to be. Daisies. My perfect flower.

No longer 16 going on 17.

                     That's right. Today I am 17. No longer the 16 year old I dreamed of being as a child. I can never get back my 16th year. It was amazing. The best year yet. By far. Here are 16 highlights from being 16. (In no particular order)
1. Haiti Mission Trip
2. Going to Taylor Swift Concert
3. Throwing the most epic surprise party ever for my best friend
4. My Sweet 16 party
5. Trying out for the school play, Beauty and the Beast
6. Mexico Missions Trip
7. Golden Acres Outreach Retreat
8. Homecoming 2011
9. Getting my bike
10. Running for exercise
11. Late night chats with my sister
12. Going to see Mission Impossible 4 with friends
13. Learning how to drive
14. Biking to the park with my sis
15. Making new extra special friends
16. Falling in love.........with JESUS.
                    But even with an amazing 16th year, I'm still thrilled to see what's next for me. What colleges I'll be going to, where I'll be in my spiritual walk, and even what new friends I'll make. I'm excited to now be 17 going on 18.