Page Forty One: Checking In Again

Something big happened to us last week when Ryan asked if he could put this ring on my finger and I couldn’t stop crying and he was crying, too, and I managed to slip a  “that’s what she said” into our engagement story because I just couldn’t not. It’s already my whole life’s favorite memory.

And then when huge and happy things like this happen, our brains tend to kind of just get overwhelmed with them. I feel like every conversation that I have is about this and, don’t get me wrong, I love it and I am amazed at how many people are so thrilled for us. It humbles me. But I don’t want to forget that I am a woman with so many other things in my life, too. I don’t want to forget that the people around me have so many other things in their lives. Lord, let me not be so narrow minded when there’s so much else going on. So I want to check in quickly in the other things. But first some photos that are just happy:

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This weekend was Ryan’s 3 year anniversary with I Heard a Lion. So he made cupcakes into lions. And I died of cute.
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My nephew taking a photo with Grandma’s zinnias. This is his “cheese” face.
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When I do the dishes, I stick my ring into the green onion plant in the window sill to keep it safe–I mean, okay, so I can stare at it.

Making: lists, lists, lists of lists.
Cooking: I’m on a muffin kick, lately. Yesterday I made banana raspberry muffins.
Drinking: Craft Coffee’s cold brew with a splash of cream.
Reading: Beautiful Ruins. Everywhere I go with this book everyone says, “OMG that is so good!” I’m finding it difficult to get into but I’m still working at it because all these people can’t be wrong.
Wanting: to have my house clean and the cupboards stocked with groceries without putting forth much, if any, effort. Please leave info in the comments if you know how to make that happen.
Looking: at a LOT of Pinterest. I’m not proud of it.
Playing: This David Ramierez album, “The Rooster” over and over again. Every song is perfect. The lyrics are perfect. The music is perfect. It is perfect.
Wasting: a lot of money and time getting my coffee at the shop before work on most days. I see myself needing to reign it in a little bit more.
Wishing: for some impossible things.
Enjoying: the ability to finally sweep my hair up into pigtails for the first time in over a year.
Waiting: for my hair to get longer, ever longer.
Liking: the laundromat. It’s probably my most favorite place that I’ve discovered this summer. Sure, I mean, it costs at least $5.00 to do a load but that’s a small price to pay compared to the laundry alternative in our home (which I will not get into at this present and public juncture). Go grab a coffee. Pull out that book. And get an hour and a half all to yourself. Sweet, sweet laundry time.
Wondering: How to ask for prices of services and goods  for things without, then, feeling obligated to use that person’s services or goods.
Loving: this temporary and delicate and gorgeous time in our lives.
Hoping: that this last season of Parenthood is as good as I hope it will be and won’t end in a way that annoys me (like every other TV show). I’m not too soon in thinking about Parenthood, I’m pretty sure. Man, I love it.
Marveling: at how many people are genuinely thrilled at our life decisions. It’s an honor.
Needing: Chinese food.
Smelling: Febreeze air freshener. Man it’s delicious. It’s one of the only room sprays that doesn’t give me a headache. And I miiiight overuse it. It really does eliminate odors! *thumbs up*
Wearing: This ASOS dress. Everywhere. Everyday. With a belt. It’s perfect.
Following: Lisa Noffy’s Instagram feed. It gives me wanderlust. Follow her if you’re looking for inspiration regarding life in general.
Noticing: that I am loved by so many people. It’s humbling and exciting and just downright nice.
Thinking: That there are just a few weeks left in this summer and while I’ve gone swimming more than ever before in my adult life–it has not been enough. This weekend, swimming will happen.
Feeling: overwhelmed. In the best ways.
Bookmarking: Justin’s blog. You should all read it and be encouraged.
Opening: this granola bar and no one can stop me.
Giggling: at kittens. Our friends Ed and Angie got two little kittens recently and Ryan and I went to meet them this weekend. They were so feisty!! They jumped everywhere and got caught on everything. Pesky claws! 😛 I loved them so much. I can’t wait to be longtime friends with Blue and Brother.
Feeling: So many things. Primarily gratitude. But also little snippets of fear and pure joy and pride.

Page Forty: Happiness is…

…a bunch of different things about this past weekend.

I Heard a Lion performed at The Center of the Universe Festival this weekend. I am overflowingly proud of my friends. It was truly one of the best shows I’ve ever seen those guys play. I felt pride like I’ve never felt before. Have you ever walked through huge crowds of people and had strangers stop and tell your boyfriend all about how cool he is? If you haven’t, you should find a way to make that happen. Because it is a stellar experience.
Here is a dump of not-great iPhone photos for you:

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I Heard a Lion played for a pretty big group of people. The applause after each song (and especially after the whole set) was so satisfying–at least it was for me. Not that I was doing that much, sitting behind the merch table.
I had a few guys come up to me and say, "Uh, my wife wants a CD." That's right she does.  She wants a tote bag, too. For groceries.
We sold a bunch of cd’s from this little spot. My favorite customer was a girl who just wanted something–anything. She didn’t have enough for a CD but I gave it to her anyway and she was just so thrilled. I hope she tells all of her friends.

I’m going to take a minute to let you know that if you want to listen to I Heard a Lion, you can do so here. And if you want to buy a tote bag (I use mine for the produce section at the grocery store), cool t-shirt, or other neato swag, you can do that here. And these gentlemen will lovingly package your items and mail them to you with the deepest gratitude because these little purchases help them buy gasoline and van-repairs. It’s a win-win, really.

We stood out on the street and watched a drone... be a drone.
We stood out on the street and watched a drone… be a drone.
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And then we got to hang out in the VIP lounge. Because we’re with the band. I celebrated this by drinking free beers and stuffing a bunch of Nutri-Grain bars in my purse. Like a lady.

 

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And when we all got home, we saw that IHAL got some pretty good press!! Which is totally thrilling.

 

Pedicab! So on the first night, after walking 6 or 7 blocks from the car to the festival gates (uphill, both ways in 103 degree heat), the gatekeepers told us that our bags (the aforementioned IHAL totes) were too big to be allowed into the festival. Soooo Katie and I walked and bitched and moaned all the way back to the car. And we grabbed just the barest of necessities. She stuffed her pockets and I threw everything I could into the tiny bag that is usually reserved for discreetly transporting tampons and we begrudgingly embarked on the trek back to the festival. Just then, an adorable guy (who looked shockingly similar to our friend Dougie) with a lime-green pedicab pulled up to us and was like, “Can I interest you in a ride?” And at first I said, “How much??” but then I quickly said, “You know what, it doesn’t even matter–we’ll give you anything.” He said that he’s just driving for tips. So Katie and I pooled together wads of cash and I’m pretty sure we might have given him about $18 to drive us six blocks (uphill, both ways, on a bike, in 103 degree heat!). You know what? It was damn worth it. Also I got this great shot out of the deal:

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I got introduced to so many new bands! The fun thing about this festival is that I didn’t hear any music that I didn’t love. Okay, so I could give or take AWOLNATION but that’s a personal preference. And I never actually got to hear them, I only got to experience their bass from a distance. Every little venue that we popped into had some incredible sounds happening.

Katie and I shared a hotel room with our good friends Eddy and Ange. You know you’re good friends when you don’t even care about things like farts and accidental spoonage. It’s just all a part of the deal. We got a hotel with a pool. This summer has been so mellow that finding a time to go swimming has been hard to come by but this weekend it was in the 100’s. So first things first, we checked into the hotel and then immediately checked into our bathing suits! Once the guys got into town, they got directly into the pool, too. The van that the band uses to haul their persons as well as their equipment doesn’t have any air conditioning and on a hot July day, a three and a half hour long drive in that thing isn’t the most comfortable experience. They couldn’t wait to take a dip and I was happy that we were able to give them that opportunity.  You give a little and you get a little in this life. For example, we get VIP tickets to a music festival because of you? We’ll break the rules and let you swim in the hotel pool when you’re on the brink of heat stroke. #becausefriends

My favorite part of the whole weekend, though, took place on Friday night. Ryan and I sat on the edge of a fountain and ate our dinner while we listened to Fly Golden Eagle put on their show. And it was a good show. Ryan ate a hamburger and I drank an $8.00 smoothie out of a hollowed out pineapple. Kids were behind us, splashing around and playing in the fountain. The temperature had cooled down. My person was leaning his body weight into me and my friends were just a few yards away laying in the grass. And I was probably the happiest I’ve been in a long, long time. It felt just utterly perfect to me.

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Terrible lighting. Happy faces.

xoxo,
lib.

Page Thirty-Nine: Love, Fate, Soulmates, and Other Squishy Feelings

This week’s journal prompt from Sometimes Sweet asks:
Let’s talk about love. Do you believe in the idea of a soul mate? Do you think there is one person for everyone- and do you think that no matter what, if you’re “supposed” to meet that person you will? This week, talk about your experience with love and discuss what you believe, and also be sure to touch on what helped shape those beliefs.

I am going to first answer this question the way that I would have answered it in early 2011:
I believe that there are no such things a soul mates. There is not one person for everyone. There is no fate. These were all just weird little ideas whipped up by Hallmark and Disney. In reality, it is all just a matter of choosing a person and continuing to choose that person until you die. And it doesn’t sound very romantic to say it all like that but I really would argue that it is, in all truth, the most romantic way to live. Admittedly, I’ve never been in love and therefore can not fathom what it might possibly be like.

Libby today, though. At least Libby as of June the tenth, two-thousand-fourteen, feels differently.

I can’t say that I know for a fact that there are soul mates or that fate exists or that there’s totally just only one person destined for everyone. I can say, though, that my soul has met her match. One of many? One and only? I really don’t know but I know that my soul has a mate. It feels very, very silly to say that Ryan and I were destined to be together but truly it’s hard to imagine that it could have happened any other way. If it’s not destiny, then I have to assume that millions of alternate universes exist and this is the one universe where such an unlikely pair found each other in such random circumstances and against all rationality and intention, fell really hard for one another.
The fact that I get to hold Ryan’s hand still just blows my ever loving mind. How did I get so lucky? Because this is the universe where it’s true. And I hold very tightly to that hand.

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Maybe it is a matter of us just happening to meet up with one another at just the right time when both of us were able and willing to entertain the idea of something more than the semi-distant-friends that we’d been since I was a teenager. I really do think that’s the case. He’s just been right what I needed, right when I needed it (and he’s said the same to me).

Not to say that it isn’t work. You know how they say that anything worth having is worth working for? I still think that choosing each other every day is the most romantic part of our relationship. I’d say that there’s a good amount of luck or chance or fate or God that brought us together but there’s just as much, if not more, choosing each other every day. Always recognizing that this life together is precious and then treating it as such. It’s hard to say this without utilizing every available cliche.

Anne Lamott says that the perfect relationship is one in which both parties believe that they got the better end of the deal. I am less certain than ever before about the answer to fate and soul mates and destiny and one-person-for-everyone. I don’t know if it’s God or randomness or alternate universes, even. But I’m going to live as if each one of those options is the true one because I don’t want to risk it.

I love him with my whole soul and the better part of the whole thing is that I know that he loves me with his, too.

 

Our very first "couple photo" taken after an I Heard a Lion Show in Wichita, KS
Our very grainy, first “couple photo” taken after an I Heard a Lion Show in Wichita, KS 2011.

Page Thirty-Eight: Summer is Upon Us

Last night we had the kind of rainstorm that can only be roughly described as “a gullywasher”.  We woke up at 4:00 am to the sound of 60 mph winds and tennis ball sized hail and it hailed and hailed and hailed for an hour or more. Generally my experience with hail has been for no more than several minutes but this went on and on and eventually I fell asleep, again, hoping that our cars and windows would be alright.

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Welcome to summer time in Kansas. Storms! I know they really terrify some people but I love them. As long as tornanoes are no where near, I love a good strong storm. Last night we pulled up the radar on our phones and saw that there was no threat of tornado–so I was fine. I’ve never seen dark purple on a radar but this one had it and it was right on top of our town and it stuck around for a while. It feels good to fall asleep to storms. Have I told you, yet that they’re my favorite part of summer? Oh, yeah. I think I maybe brought that up already.

I’m looking forward to a few other things this summer. How about you?

Eating / BLT’s, mostly. Watermelon and fresh salads.
Drinking / Cold-brew coffee from Craft in the mornings. Gin and grapefruit juice at night.
Practicing / Grace and yoga.
Mastering / Waking up early.
Learning / About natural medicine, my body, my brain.
Trying / New vegetables.
Playing / …more, I guess. I think the fact that I was coming up blank indicates that the answer to this one is “more”.
Finishing / my laundry? One can hope and pray.
Reading / A whole book for once. I’m going through a phase where I get really, really into the first 1/3 of a book. Suggestions?
Remembering / My posture.
Wearing / Sleeveless tops without worry. Well, trying not to worry anyway.
Cooking / Baking, really. Baking bread and making cold salads and boozy popsicles.
Working / on painting my house this summer. I haven’t started yet… I swear I’ll do it.
Traveling / More than ever, hopefully. I want to go places.
Wanting / To really, really enjoy these temporary days.

What about you? What about you?

Page Thirty-Seven: Honing Some Skills

So, last week Joy The Baker opened up a contest of sorts on her blog wherein she partnered with King Arthur Flour. There will be four baking challenges and that’s pretty exciting. Winning or not winning, I am not that concerned with it. Is it cheesy to say “we’re all winners”? It might be. I’m leaving it.

Anyway, for the very first session, we were challenged to make this Triple Berry Cinnamon Swirl Bread (there’s a recipe on that link). And I did it. And I loved it so much.

I love to cook. You all know this. I feel like I’m okay at throwing together a dinner (though my current rut is driving me bananas) together but baking I struggle with. I am not a perfectionist at all and baking is as much science as it is delicious so we don’t always get along. But I want to get better at it! I want to stretch myself and develop more skills. That’s why I agreed to this challenge. Because we all need a bit of a challenge every now and again.

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So I made this bread and sure, it was delicious. That was a given. I mean, Joy The Baker is the developer of utterly flawless recipes. But what I liked the most was the sense of accomplishment that I felt when it all came together. It’s not easy! I needed Ryan’s help in a spot or two. I broke a dish at one point (sorry, favorite coffee mug). It wasn’t easy and it wasn’t the kind of thing that I would have ever made on my own (it’s hard to talk yourself into doing a project like this when it’s just you and your boyfriend in the house). But it felt so good. And then it felt good to bring it to a friend’s house later that night where we broke this bread, together.

Here’s to accepting our challenges.

xoxo, Lib.