See what I see.

He sang this to her at the altar with a band. SO CUTE.

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I don’t know who you are, but you look better with this hat. :)

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“Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you”

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“Look before you leap, for snakes among sweet flowers do creep.”

Chicago, is my kind of town!

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Sometimes I just want to drive - am I alone in this?

Too often, people tell us not to forget to “stop smell the flowers”, “enjoy life while you can”, blah, blah, and blah, because it all goes downhill from here, etc., etc., more pessimism and annoyance. YET, thosesame people aren’t even doing what they are preaching unto us. Getting drunk and ridiculous all the time, isn’t enjoying everything that this world has to offer, a part of what life has to offer yes, but life being all about it, no - but that’s another point to be made for another day and time.

I don’t know why I’ve been thinking about driving so much.

I love to drive - but I like to drive on the roads less traveled, most literally. I like going places without signs, directions, maps, GPSs, or anything. Granted I have a great memory to find my way back from the direction that I came, I just like the idea of having no destination. I sound like such a traveler - with no intent on arriving anywhere in particular, just to go.

The source of this random spurt of writing: This inspiration really is coming from riding in the car with my Dad everywhere when I was little, and even now. I would go with him wherever he wanted to go, volunteer to be his passenger, to help him, or anything to get into the car and ride around with him.

I just love being in the passengers seat, with the music on, and the sun at any degree in the sky. My dad is also one of those amazing drivers where you’re just never scared because he drives so well. I can actually relax in a car instead of fearing for my life (with some people). Even when he’s going crazy fast or taking corners on two wheels (or it feels like it), my heart has never once felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. It’s weird that if someone is really a great driver that it makes me trust them more - I have no idea why this is. Well, maybe I do. I mean, this reason could be because they are safe drivers, whether they drive fast or not, and that they know exactly what to do at any given moment to recover from less-than-ideal situations. These people are the ones I like to ride around with: those who know how to drive - which, unfortunately, is not a large percentage of the population.

I just want to relax in the passengers seat of a car, gaze out the window and watch the sun rise. I want to pass over the land and watch the tall grass wave, the trees sway and bend, the houses blur past, listen to music as the wind washes over my face, and watch the sun fall and return back into the horizon. After that I want to see city lights blur past the window that create reflections over my face in an array of shades and colors. There’s just something about being in a car, passing everything so quickly, that always seems to remind me of how beautiful the things in life are, but also how quickly they pass by if we pay them no mind.

We go through life worrying about all the little things and the big things, which, sure, they happen and we need to worry sometimes, BUT that’s sometimes, not all the time.

It’s like - you watch the rear-view mirror and realize even more significantly about how something that was right in front of you ended up long gone and became nothing more than a blur. Things change, life changes, we change and we die - we have to realize that living is the shortest thing we’re ever going to do. We’ll be dead for far much longer than we will ever be alive.

I think my rant is over… this doesn’t flow at all, but thoughts usually don’t (for me anyways) - they’re sporadic and unorganized, but if it’s how you feel, it’s how you feel.

I guess this whole post just boils down to me, wanted to be seated in a car, driving no where with anyone and music. I don’t know how it spiraled into a lengthy bit of words.

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As you were n_n,

Laura <3

The day you say you do; what we should say is always. We can “do” whatever we want, but if we promise always, it could possibly mean more. A person should always  try even when the times get hard - you married that person because you love them; there is no way that true love ever does die.

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A ship at a port is safe, but that’s not what ships were built for.

Photo by me, Laura Elliot, Roma, Italia 2011

“But to see her was to love her, love but her, and love forever.”

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