|Silly & sentimental. Mom, wife, laugher, human. Twitter- @AmyMeck|
I think I love the fall most of all because it’s dependable. I know that every year I can go outside in mid to late October and breathe in that wonderfully crisp air. I’m not above grabbing a handful of leaves, bringing them up to my face, and filling my lungs with their familiar aroma.
It’s like saying hello to an old friend.
There's something completely frustrating about watching two people who are perfect for each other pass each other by. It's like reading a choose your own adventure book, and they choose the obviously lame path instead of the far better, more fulfilling path.
He woke in the morning and thought of her.
She couldn't wait to tell him the funny thing that happened earlier that day.
He heard a song and thought of her smile.
She had a bad day and only he could make things better.
He saw a funny meme and couldn't wait to share it with her because he knew she would get it. She gets him. He gets her.
They "get" each other, yet give their hearts to someone else.
Someday they'll see each other, and when they do?
They'll finally see what the stars could see all along.
You might be in charge for now, but term limits are a beautiful thing.
And the most beautiful thing of all is that love and kindness will always prevail. It might be quiet and unseen by the eye at first, but once it starts to grow, it's a power that no man or woman can stop.
No amount of money can stop it.
No wall can shut it out.
You will not dim my light.
I just want to thank you for bringing the world laughter and silliness in a time when it's sometimes hard to laugh and be silly. You bring us out of our gloomy moods, and allow us to forget our troubles, even for just an hour at a time.
I'm looking forward to watching you host the Golden Globes in a few days. Being a long-time Falpal, I've been there through all your hosting gigs. You're fun and entertaining, and you do it all without being snarky or mean. You make everyone feel like an old pal, and I honestly believe that's genuine.
Thank you for shining your light on a sometimes dark world.
Happy New Year!
My 2016 in 5 words:
My 2017 wish:
Picture it: A Pokemon Go type game for your phone only you catch boy band members instead.
"I just caught a Louis next to this carrot stand!"
"No way! I never thought I'd catch a JC, but there he was in my local car wash! Score!"
"Can you catch more than one Zayn? Asking for a friend."
*A dream is a wish your heart makes.
I used to wonder why people don't ask me to hang out, but I've recently realized what I look like while eating fresh fruit and now it all makes sense.
To my 6th graders,
It was a joy to get to know you all this year. This was my first year at Madison, and although it took us some time and effort, I think this was a wonderful year. I'm glad we got to spend 30 minutes a day together.
Some quick advice I've learned along the way of life:
1.) Make time for your friends. Keep the good ones and lose the ones that bring you down. You are all wonderful human beings, and the only time I want to see you on the front page news is for GOOD things.
2.) Don't be afraid to fall in love. Some people will tell you you're too young to know what love is, but those people have forgotten their youth. Your feelings are yours and yours alone. Don't let anyone...
This paper reminds me of spring break. The way spring break SHOULD be, opposed to what we get nearly every year here in northern Indiana.
While friends and family post pictures of their tropical spring break adventures this week, my kids will have another staycation tally for the books, as I've also had every year of my life.
This week's weather is cold, a little snowy, and more like late February than April. Honestly, it's pretty depressing.
So while we anticipate our friends returning to reality a shade or two darker, our eyes will be on our tropical prize: North Carolina.
Come on, month of June!
I'm slipping away to my alternate reality; the one where things flow smoothly.
What if's don't exist, because they're never needed.
I like it here.
She walked to her secret place. Until that moment it belonged to her eyes only. In this place she felt safe; hidden from the world that crowded her spirit. Time stood still in this sacred ground; this secret garden that seemed to be placed on Earth just for her.
She led him there to her garden of Eden; their hands intertwined, speaking only in glances. They sat together on an old rope swing hanging from a wise oak tree.
Side by side, they gazed into the windows of their souls; never breaking their connection. The wind blew through the amber trees, whisking leaves away to their final resting place.
Time stood still as it always did in her garden, and when he pressed his loving lips agains...
She soars for a moment.
Free for a moment.
"Try and catch me now!"
And in that moment, for just that moment, she stayed little.
I'm living in a #BirdieSanders world, and I am a #BirdieSanders girl.
Holy cow, that was awesome! 🕊
To whom it probably doesn't concern,
You are selfish. You let HIM get through to you, but not the ones who've known you for years.
He is an aura of darkness. He's bodies-in-the-basement / bones-in-the-backyard crazy, and drains my psychic energy.
I fooled myself in believing for a second that he'd stay away. You pushed him away for a year. You did it. You got out. Everyone was relieved.
But now you've fallen down the rabbit hole, and there's no way you're the real Alice.
Sick Of It All
One time I got an amazingly large amount of marshmallows when I poured out my Lucky Charms, and if that's not luck I don't know what is.
If we woke up one day and everyone in the world had their feelings of love resonating from their bodies like a glowing aura, she would avoid him like the plague.
The world she has weaved in her mind wouldn't be ready for reality.
"Kindred spirits on not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world."
- L.M. Montgomery
Wishing a very happy birthday to one of my kindred spirits. ❤️
My oldest is 13, so naturally I only see her when it's time to feed.
A mom of a teenager
I chose this paper because the lights look like wands pointed up toward the heavens.
Mr. Rickman, you have touched our hearts and spirits, and because of that you will live forever.
I never got around to carving my pumpkin for Halloween, but maybe I'll just carve the lyrics to The Christmas Shoes onto it and then shoot it.
October marks my one year birthday on Lettrs. My first letter was an ode to autumn.
How wonderful it is that the very first letter I published was one expressing my love for this perfectly scrumptious season.
I've always wanted an October birthday.😉
Thank you, Lettrs.
Autumn is like an art gallery where every piece speaks to me.
You're = You're old enough to know that it's not y-o-u-r.
Your = Your brain can do this. I believe in you.
Lose = You're making me lose my mind.
Loose = Does this noose look loose to you?
There = Go over there. Like, WAY OVER THERE.
Their = You wanted their opinion on which form of the word to use, but then you decided to just wing it.
They're = They ARE capable of this, right?
It's = It's really not that difficult, you guys.
Its = That secluded island over there is known for its delicious coconut water. Please go visit it now.
Are = Are you serious right now? How are you missing this one??
Our = Our brains can hold enormous amounts of information, yet you keep using ARE instead of ...
An ode to Fall~
I step into you, as your crisp air kisses my cheek. When I'm with you I feel young again; nothing can stand in my way. Your beauty wraps around the land like a quilt stitched with love. My eyes search your corners leaving nothing behind, because in an instant you'll be gone. I breathe you in and make another memory of your visit.
I wish you could stay a bit longer.
A young couple went parking at night, when suddenly an owl landed on the young man's Model T Ford. He told the girl, "Shhhh! Don't move! There's an owl on the truck."
From that day forward, owls were always a part of their lives. Everywhere in their home you could find owl figurines, and even an owl carved out of wood by the young man, who was now growing old.
When the man passed, his wife continued her love of owls, which in some way, honored the husband she had lost.
When the woman passed on years later, her family buried her with some of her small owl figurines; one last token from her time here on Earth.
Now, their granddaughter has adopted their love of owls, no doubt filling her g...