Have you seen the movie “You’ve Got Mail”? If you haven’t, I strongly recommend that you add it to your list of things to do before you die — or before the end of the week. It’s that good.
If you have seen this timeless romantic comedy, you’ll recall this email from Joe Fox to Kathleen Kelly. (Alliterative names are undeniably charming, don’t you think?)
“Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.”
You can now utter a gentle sigh and wish boys today knew how to send a coherent text message, let alone compose a complete email.
After you accept that this is as likely as the wind in Rexburg ceasing to blow (carrying a comb everywhere is not considered vain there; it’s common sense), turn with me to happier thoughts of fall.
Yes, I realize that we are well into the month of November and that winter has already sent frozen wisps of water to remind us that it’s her time to shine. However, in my neck of the woods (or more accurately, on my oak-tree-lined street), fall is putting up a fight and demanding that one of its most iconic indicators — crisp leaves — hang on a little longer.
When I left my house this morning, I smiled at the stubborn leaves rattling overhead and clumped along the sidewalk. I’m not ready to trade in my dreams of apple cider and pumpkins for visions of sugar plums just yet. So here’s to the lovely leaves.
I love that they’ve decided to linger, and I love that they symbolize a season that counts bouquets of freshly sharpened pencils among its many charms.
All-consuming projects at work and an especially active social life (I recently attended my first lumberjack party. Aren’t you proud?) have kept my fingers flying while coding HTML and tickling the touch-screen keys of my new iPhone while texting (after months of having a phone that could little more than tell time, I have a hard time resisting the urge to throw the word “iPhone” into every conversation I can).
All of this busyness has been exciting, but it hasn’t left much time for my true passion: blogging. In an effort to remedy this, I wanted to share a little something with you today.
I can’t pinpoint precisely why, but I’ve had the desire to watch this Mormon Messages video about forgiveness and trials over and over and over again. Part of my fascination with it may be that I know the parents of the teenage drunk driver. Part of it may be the hauntingly sweet tune that plays in the background. But I think there’s more to it than that.
Each time I watch it, something new stands out to me. Here’s my favorite quote at the moment: “That’s a very difficult thing to go through, to kneel down and desire to speak to my Father in Heaven when I’m so lonely or when I’m so anguished. It’s an interesting conversation to have. You know, he doesn’t immediately try and make it better; he listens to me first, and I thought that was very helpful.”
Hopefully you’ll find a little gem in here that touches you, too.