three.

word of the day: three \ˈthrē\ the third in a set or series

I wrote a really long anniversary post yesterday but didn't quite get around to finishing.  I went the deep route, per usual, and couldn't bring myself to type up the last few paragraphs today.  Maybe I'll get around to it next week...

In the meantime, I'm feeling nostalgic.  And so, this anniversary post is fairly wordless.  

Three cheers for three years of marriage!  Tune in next week for a more comprehensive reflection. 

success.

word of the day: success \sək-ˈses\ favorable or desired outcome; also : the attainment of wealth, favor, or eminence

It has now been a full 24 hours since I have seen a Harry Potter movie.  I haven't been able to say that since last Wednesday.  

Success.

That's right.  Eight Harry Potter movies in four days.  In addition, somehow I managed to reread the last ten chapters of The Deathly Hallows on Sunday alone.  Luck was on my side though because without those two overtimes and my basic indifference to soccer, I don't think it would have been possible.  

I took a few things away from the weekend.  For instance, Butterbeer is pretty tasty, albeit a little rich for more than one glass at a time. I think it was the cream soda.  Or the butterscotch.  Or possibly the combination of the two... 

Ginny doesn't mind scarves.

But, she's not so thrilled when you throw a pair of pipe cleaner glasses in the mix.

However, it makes for a fun picture.

Licorice wands...

...are more fun to play with than to eat or make I think.

Oh and everything's always better when there are really great people involved.

All-in-all, it was a successful weekend.  And, due to my lack of sleep from the festivities and thought-provoking discussions, that's all I've got for tonight. 

book.

word of the day: book \ˈbuk\ 

noun: a long written or printed literary composition 

verb: to schedule engagements for; to set aside time for

I found the following quote the other day on Pinterest (my latest obsession and time sucker):

I get absolutely and undeniably attached to book characters to the point where I cry and laugh with them, and physically miss them when I finish reading the book.

 Have you ever felt that way at the conclusion of a book?  I'm terribly sorry if you haven't.  I finished The Help by Kathryn Stockett today and stared at the last page feeling sad that Aibileen, Skeeter, and Minny were now out of my life.  They had become so real, and I almost didn't want to believe that they weren't.  Their story in its simplest form reminded me to be kind.  At a deeper level, it provoked thought about people in general in a way that I'm still muddling through.  In any case, I really do literally miss those three fictional women.   My only consolation is that we'll meet again when the movie comes out in August.  

If you haven't read the book: read it.  

It's wonderful and disturbing and riveting and beautiful.  

There's only one other book in my library of read books that has elicited a similar response: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling.  She even gave me a "19 years later" epilogue, but I still found myself at a loss knowing that I would no longer get to take part in Harry, Ron, and Hermione's adventures.  Instead, I had to settle for knowing that they all settled down to live ordinary lives.  I am presently feeling that similar sense of disappointment because, as you may know, the final movie hits theaters on Friday.  For the last time, I will journey the big screen with those whom I both cried and laughed with throughout the book series.  

Of course we're going out with a bang.  It should really be a well known fact by now  that I love any chance I get to make much ado about nothing (or something pretty awesome in this case).

 The weekend is booked.  Nate is here (obviously).  The menu is set and we will be consuming butterbeer, treacle tarts, cauldron cakes, and licorice wands in mass quantities.  Oh, and we'll be watching a lot of movies.

 

The times have since changed, but the goal still stands: Seven Harry Potter movies plus the premiere of the newest in 4 days (we added Thursday night in case you're doing the math).  

Maybe I feel like I owe it to the characters for letting me take part in their journey for so long.  Maybe I'm just a big nerd.  Either way, hold your hippogriffs everyone, this weekend has all the fixin's for something pretty great. 

off-kilter.

word of the day: off-kilter \-ˈkil-tər\ not in perfect balance; a bit askew

The other day I looked in the mirror and felt like my eyebrows were following two different planes on my face.  One seemed noticeably higher than the other which was a troubling sight.  Tweezers in hand, I did my best to fix the imbalance although I got bored and probably stopped a little too soon.  You see, I hate plucking my eyebrows almost as much as I hate ironing.  I just don't do the latter, but unfortunately that's not an option with the former (I mean I guess it is, but let's not get into that).

You know how when you feel like something is wrong with your face it affects the rest of your day?  Like if your hair isn't just the way you want it or you have some sort of blemish on your face? Well, my askew eyebrows made my day off-kilter.  I was aware of the imbalance.  

Interestingly enough it was an eyebrows-on-two-different-levels kind of week last week in a way that had nothing to do with my face and everything to do with my heart.

I was reminded that God is the only one who can satisfy me.  Everything else in this world will let me down at some time or another--and trusting in those worldly things makes it all the more painful when they fall short.  There is so much good in my life; even if I lived a life without God, I would have much to find joy in.  So, I realized that it is my tendency to pull joy from the good things in my life and set my faith in the closest relationships to me.   But what I realize now is that God is the one who makes all things good. When my faith rests solely in Him, the relationships around me are made better.  But, when my joy comes from things outside of God, even things that in essence are still good and from Him, everything cracks and crumbles at some point.  It isn't as it should be without Him as the focal point.  It's askew.  It's off-kilter.

Jake's still pretty off-kilter.  But, as you would expect, he's not letting that stop him.  

He lit off black cats on the Fourth and then managed to hop away before they exploded.  Flinkmans love explosions--It didn't take long for him to leave his lawn chair in the garage.

Most recently he floated around the pool which was a nice change from the couch he's usually stationed on.  The cast stayed dry which is something I'm sure his doctor would like to know.  :-)

We love to spend holidays with family and were glad that injury didn't keep us home for the Fourth.  I managed to marry into a pretty great set of in-laws and I only wish we got to see them more frequently.  

In other news, Jake and I have watched 8 movies in the last 9 days.  I was a fan of 127 Hours (although I shielded my eyes for much of it), The King's Speech, and It's Kind of a Funny Story.  I felt fairly indifferent about Just Go With It, All Good Things, and Kill the Irishman.  And, I could have done without Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction.  Sorry Quentin Tarantino. 

At this rate, I think we might watch all the movies in the Red Box.  Including Justin Bieber: Never Say Never.  IF I can convince Jake to watch it with me.  Jury's still out on that one.

When I look at your heavens, the work 

of your fingers,

the moon and the stars, which you

have set in place,

what [am I] that you are mindful of [me]?

and the son of man that you care for

him?

Yet you have made [me] a little lower

than the heavenly beings

and crowned [me] with glory and honor.

O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the 

earth!

-Psalm 8:3-5&9 (emphasis mine)