The first family reunion of my in-laws that I went to, my incredibly patient then-fiance and I were walking through a forest together in the Smoky Mountains, and suddenly a single blue butterfly danced around my head. Later, we came across a swarm of the most beautiful blue butterflies that you’ve ever seen, just sunning themselves in the dappled patches of sunlight.
I didn’t ask, but I’m sure that one of the butterflies was named Walter.
Apparently, my husband and I are meant for each other because both our families make this same, terrible joke. And we use it on each other, so I can only assume that this terrible joke will be passed on for another couple generations.
In other news, I am back from vacation! It was rather inspiring. Every evening, moths would try to come inside and say hello. Until the bats swooshed inside and tried to eat the moths…
Like I said, very inspiring!
Of course, I made this comic before my best friend and fellow cartoonist/writer/comrade in arms got married! A big congratulations to her! Also, check out her site, Flying Kitty Studio, by the way… she’s a fantastic artist! On another note, she was the one who caught my bouquet at my wedding, so of course she was proposed to shortly after… since that’s the way it works, right? The guy who caught my garter, by the way, also proposed and got married, though I wasn’t able to attend that wedding! Clearly, attending my wedding had the intended effect.
Now, there’s only one more wedding in my near future… my sister’s.
Gulp.
Speaking of which, instead of doodling comics with bad , I should probably be working on organizing a bridal shower or bachelorette party or something of the sort…
I’m not sure what it will be like meeting God, face to face, after I die, but I can only assume that it will be something like meeting my baby for the first time. I was so tired, my body had been utterly exhausted after 43 hours of labor and I couldn’t stop crying, though I wasn’t even sure why I was crying — yet I remember none of that mattering because the only thing that I wanted in the whole world was to hold her in my arms and to see her for the first time. I already knew her — that I understood almost intuitively. But, I wanted to see her. And when she was with me, everything was all right and there was only her and me and she was so beautiful that I cried all the more. The pain and stress of pregnancy, the difficulties and labor pains, all the suffering that I had endured seemed so little and petty in comparison to be able to hold my baby. Later, my husband told me that there were at least twenty people in the room all around us, all doing something. Didn’t notice them. It was just her and me, and I could have watched her forever out of pure love and adoration.
Perhaps death will be a little bit like labor. When I was first pregnant, I feared labor for I heard it was so painful, and there was no backing out of it once it started. And it was — labor was the most difficult thing I have endured so far. But as soon as it was over, it didn’t matter because I had my baby.
Right now, I fear death because it sounds so painful. But, perhaps when it is over, it won’t matter because I will have the Lord of Love Himself, Christ Jesus. And, like my daughter, whom I already knew before she was born, I will have known Him before I died, and embrace Him all the more for it out of pure love and adoration.
Because a physics refresher in the middle of summer vacation is what everybody wants, am I right?
On another note, when nocturnal baby learns how to run, which will probably be very, very soon seeing as everyday she goes from being nocturnal baby to energetic toddler, I hope to one day train her to run around in circles, screaming this. It would make me a proud mama, that’s for sure.
I have to say… I’m not very thrilled with any of the candidates out there right now. Especially not with any of the leading candidates so far. Here’s hoping that the debates will present several worthy contenders…
When I was moving, I actually found this list, verbatim, in my handwriting. I don’t remember writing it and have no idea what I could have possibly done with these items or what my intentions were for this grocery list.
But, it was on my grocery list…
Sometimes I feel like I am having this conversation continually…
Also, for those who are wondering what the songs are referencing to:
I Will Wait – Mumford and Sons
Don’t Stop Believing – Journey
Hope in the Air – Laura Marling
Hungry Like the Wolf – Duran Duran
Some things shouldn’t be taken literally.
In other news, one of nocturnal baby’s favorite things to do is to take our shoes off our shoe rack and then spread our shoes all over the house. Sometimes, I wonder if we would be better off just keeping our shoes on with the amount of traveling that they do…
I do have to say… Literary trash some of it might be, but some of those badly written dime novels have very compelling stories and plots to them, even though the characterization is subpar. The adventure of a tightly paced plot makes it worthwhile to read. Of course, characterization would make it more compelling to read, but you can’t have everything.
On a somewhat related note, I have started writing a novel in which has a definite plot and ending to it, unlike the literary attempts I made, which had neither. I know! Exciting, right?
The novel, for those of you who are curious, is about a dragon who adopts a princess, defeats the princes who woo her (with the princess’s help, of course!), battles with her father in a deadly game of wits, and helps his princess with her dreams of becoming a culinary master chef. So far, I’m about a tenth of the way through writing it… I think. Expect more updates as I continue to write! Also, feel free to follow me on Twitter for more updates!
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