"Penelope"

"I like myself the way I am!" -Penelope ("Penelope")

If all movies could be like this one,
the world would be a little brighter, I think.

My problems may not be as apparent as the nose on my face,

but they exist

{in my arms and on my belly... ;)}

This film helped me love myself more,

imperfections and all.

And in fact, it was Penelope's nose that made her perfect;

it taught her how to love herself for who she was.

I don't have to hide behind a wall,

no, I don't have to hide at all.

Thank you, filmmakers.

Thank you, Penelope.

"Icy Lights"

"Stop making noises!" -Rob Alexander

'tis the Season... for ice!
Friends and I hit up the BYU party at Peaks Arena,
and played us some broom hockey.
{I really just filmed it, clasping my camera for fear of it breaking on the ice.}

The next day, we drove through the Thanksgiving Point light show.
And it was beautiful!
When we were passing the nativity scene,
Belinda began to talk in the backseat.
And this is when Rob said his epic quote of the night:
"STOP MAKING NOISES!"
Which, he wasn't saying to her,
he was saying it to the tinny protests his window was making as he rolled it down.
But it shut poor Belinda up pretty dang well.
What a hoot.

"Colors of the Wind"

"You can own the earth and still, all you'll own is earth until... you can paint with all the colors of the wind." -Pocahontas (Disney's Pocahontas)While doing my homework the other night,

I watched one of the most beautiful Disney classics.

And I was so moved by Judy Kuhn's vocals, that

I had to try singing the theme song myself.

♥

宿題をやりながら、

一番奇麗なディズニーの映画を見た。

ジュディクンの声が気にいったので、

テームソングを歌いたかったので。。。

どうぞよろしく。：）

"One of My Favorites"

"Love"

by Billy Collins

The boy at the far end of the train car

kept looking behind him

as if he were afraid or expecting someone

and then she appeared in the glass door

of the forward car and he rose

and opened the door and let her in

and she entered the car carrying

a large black case

in the unmistakable shape of a cello.

She looked like an angel with a high forehead

and somber eyes and her hair

was tied up behind her neck with a black bow.

And because all of that,

he seemed a little awkward

in his happiness to see her,

whereas she was simply there,

perfectly existing as a creature

with a soft face who played the cello.

And the reason I am writing this

on the back of a manila envelope

now that the two have left the train together

is to tell you that when she turned

to lift the large, delicate cello

onto the overhead rack,

I saw him looking up at her

and what she was doing

the way the eyes of saints are painted

when they are looking up at God

when he is doing something remarkable,

something that identifies him as God.

{Image via Emmy C}