#11: Real romance...

I have been meaning to write. Hoping to write. Some how in the past three days I haven't quite found the time.

There have been many thoughts swirling in my head. But for the sake of my brain (which has been crammed with coffee knowledge for the past three days), I can going to keep this post simple. I like simple.

Today I was scanning Pinterest, which is a common past time of mine when I don't feel like doing anything on my to-do list. Anyways, while scanning I stumbled on this blog post 20 Things I Want To Tell Engaged And Newlywed Women. First off I know I am not engaged or married, but as a woman I couldn't resist reading the post.
And what a great read it was. This post is filled with  words every woman should hear and read. I recommend you read it; it is the only way you will get the full affect.

#11: Real romance is finding that one spot in the crook of his arm to snuggle into, that shared look over the dinner table when the kids are acting crazy, and the way he fixes the leaky sink when he is dog-tired after work.

I liked this one. It just stuck for me. Romance isn't all what the movies show it to be. It is the bond, the love, the moments shared.
Thinking about it gives me butterflies.

Endless Sunshine

For me I find summer time a difficult time to write. The sunshine streaming through the window is more alluring than the computer screen. When I write I like to be comforted by a cozy sweater, while resting in an oversized, old fashion chair, with a cup of tea beside me. And those things don't occur in the summer. Rather I am out exploring grassy fields, adventuring over mountains, and basking in the skin bronzing sunshine.

Writing days are the days where autumn leaves cover the once green grass. Days when the temperature is a chilling -10 degrees. Days when the snow flies so heavily you can barely see past the tree outside your window. Those are the days; the days where you are held captive by walls.

For summer brings few words. Instead it brings exploration and discovery. It is the time to let loose, be free, and wander the beautiful land. A time where you can sleep underneath the stars without fearing frost bite. A time to bask your feet in the sun's rays in order to perfect the Chaco tan. But more important than star grazing and sun bathing is the moments created. The relationships built, tears shed, and laughs shared. It is the memories. The moments never to be forgotten. The moments that shape and pave who you are.

For the days of being held inside will come quick enough. And when those days come I can write of the adventures had, stories created, and time spent in the endless sunshine of summer.

I fell, and I fell hard.

The past five weeks I have been out of touch with what many call the "real" world. I haven't watched any of the London 2012 Olympics; I haven't had access to the internet. To put it plain and simple I was disconnected. Instead I was out climbing mountains, sleeping in a tipi, and falling deeply in love.

I fell, and I fell hard.

In a recent blog post my mom wrote this: "I listened as I heard a part of her heart falling in love with Montana. A part that was left there, to grow, so that she can return to reclaim it".

I grew in countless way. I lived. I loved.
I can't put it all down in words now, for everything is like stars scattered in the night sky. But, I promise to share all the stories of laughter, fear, and tears.

Stay in touch, for I will write. I promise.