Whatever is lovely

hello blog. it's been a while.

have i been avoiding you? yes. because of the 30 under 30? mostly. (we'll talk about that some other day)

so how do you welcome me back from my long absence? by suddenly making my shift key stop working so that i can't capitalize any letters. okay, i suppose i deserve that.

anyway, it's been a long day. a reaaaaaaaallllyyyy long day.

there have been a lot of those lately. days where i have more places to go than i can possibly go. more things to do than i can possibly do. more people to see than, well... you get the picture.

in fact, it's been downright discouraging.

i've dwelled on it for far too long, and have finally decided that what i really need is a paradigm shift. afterall, the frustrations, the stress, etc. are not going to disappear anytime soon.

so... i'm repurposeing this blog, dedicating my posts to the embodiment of of philippians 4:8.

'finally brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable -- if anything is excellent or praiseworthy -- think about such things.'

i won't be able to post every day. maybe not every week. maybe not even every month. but i will try to post something pure, lovely or admirable on here from time to time, if for no other reason than to remind myself that life is good, and god (with a capital g) is definitely good.

so here's my lovely thing for today...

i took emma to dance class tonight, which she loves, loves, loves. she looks forward to it every week and gets downright giddy about wearing her pretty pink leotard with matching pink tights and ballet slippers.

she also loves the fact that there is a heartily stocked candy store in the mall, directly beside the dance studio. emma knows that if she is a good girl and listens to everything her teacher says, mommy will take her to to the candy store after class and let her pick out whatever candy she wants.

tonight, after we left dance class and picked out our candy, i walked across the parking lot toward our van holding emma's thick-mittened hand. it was a quiet night with no one around, so we chatted uninhibited along the way.

i asked emma, 'do you like your dance class?'

'yes, mommy,' she replied.

she returned my question with a question. 'do you know what i like even more?'

i smiled knowing she was thinking of the long, gummy snake i was carrying in the brown paper bag in my right hand.

'what do you like even more?' i humored her.

'i like you and daddy more.'

in my humble estimation, that's about as lovely as it gets.