But everything looks perfect from far away
I, I'm thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate
that God himself did make
us into corresponding shapes
like puzzle pieces from the clay
I can't get that song out of my head. I can't get enough of it. It makes me smile. I love it.
I can't believe today was my first time back to church for something other than a baby blessing or funeral in over a year. I almost didn't go for some stupid reason but at the last minute I said ok and went. I am glad I did go even though my skirt had oil pastels on it. Ha. That happens to me a lot.
Last night I had a dream that I was getting married again. I was sitting all pretty in my wedding dress in a dimly light room. I looked in the mirror and saw through it. I saw our family and friends all sitting around a table smiling and laughing. And then I saw myself on the outside. I got scared. Beyond scared, I was terrified and I ran out the door. I ran down an empty street lined with perfect trees and perfect houses. Old antique light posts and a starry night. I ran and ran. I don't know where I was going. I didn't look back.
that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate
that God himself did make
us into corresponding shapes
like puzzle pieces from the clay
I can't get that song out of my head. I can't get enough of it. It makes me smile. I love it.
I can't believe today was my first time back to church for something other than a baby blessing or funeral in over a year. I almost didn't go for some stupid reason but at the last minute I said ok and went. I am glad I did go even though my skirt had oil pastels on it. Ha. That happens to me a lot.
Last night I had a dream that I was getting married again. I was sitting all pretty in my wedding dress in a dimly light room. I looked in the mirror and saw through it. I saw our family and friends all sitting around a table smiling and laughing. And then I saw myself on the outside. I got scared. Beyond scared, I was terrified and I ran out the door. I ran down an empty street lined with perfect trees and perfect houses. Old antique light posts and a starry night. I ran and ran. I don't know where I was going. I didn't look back.