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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Happy Birthday to my Angel Mother!


Isn't she beautiful?

I am happy to announce that, of all my siblings, I was the first to call my mother and wish her a happy birthday. Yay! I was able to chat with her for a few minutes before my intrusive eldest brother interrupted with his well-wishes. Mom tried to say that I won because of the time difference (I'm an hour ahead of her) until I reminded her that two of her sons live in the same time zone as me. No one can steal this small victory from me.

By the way, I fell in love. And no, he is not a WWII veteran, or Larry "Lucky" Chesley. Nope, his name is John Thornton. Whoo, just saying his name sends shivers up my spine. (Side note: do you think it says something about someone's pysche if he/she says "shivers up" vs. "shivers down?" Is it like "glass half empty" vs. "glass half full?" hmm...)

John is the owner of a cotton mill in the BBC mini-series North and South based on the novel by Elizabeth Gaskell. Just listen to this description, "Elizabeth Gaskell's classic explores the simmering, restrained passion between two very different people who fall in love in spite of themselves." Simmering? Restrained? Who doesn't want to see this now?

Seriously, it is a very well done presentation. I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. I have to say that the reason I love John so much is because he is completely honest with his feelings and direct in conveying them. I just wish more people could be as brave as he is in reaching for happiness. (I'm trying to be vague about the plot so those who haven't read the book or watched the movie won't be spoiled for their first experience.) Anyways, I like John because he's flawed, very human, but you love him for his motivation and integrity. I promise, I'm not really pining after a character from a novel. I think.

It's cold. I traipsed around campus all day lugging a backpack filled to capacity with notebooks, texts, and scriptures and swinging my guitar through doors and crowded halls. It started snowing after I got to campus at 7:30 so I was unprepared and my shoes soaked through resulting in cold feet all day. And I picked up an extra five textbooks at the library for the paper I'm writing about the Guatemala Civil War and the CIA arranged coup d'etat. So, my hands were full of guitar and bags of books. BUT, I am NOT complaining because I found my lost woolly mittens! Yay for BYU Lost and Found! And I finally came home at 7 and switched my soaking wet jeans for snuggly warm sweats and am currently nursing a cup of minty hot chocolate. Life is good.

1 comment:

  1. Yes, your mother is beautiful and I love her very much.

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