When sad things happen

Let's hold our precious ones close and resolve to love and serve more than ever.
Let's heal our world as best we can, a little bit every day. Let's just love people.

So many prayers.

human hosepipe.

I will not say much beyond 

the fact that heartache

is inescapable, probably necessary to ultimate happiness,

and positively rampant in my little household. 

So let us turn to our ever-wise friend and posthumous mentor, Clive Staples,  for a bright and beautiful thought my dear dear friend, Jacob, blessed me with the beauty of:

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.”

-C.S. Lewis

Ah, wisdom. It's delicious, is it not?

My roommate showed me this gorgeous video made by a BYU Professor that captures so perfectly the essence of relationships. And the wonderful Weepies' lyrics can never hurt:

So here's to vulnerability, still missing him every every minute, and this beautiful world that still spins madly on,

Banana

nouvelles.

Bad news: I feel quite a lot like a rotten tomato, and look precisely like one.
Good news: I'm really really

really

happy.

Despite everything, you know?

...And that's good news indeed.

It's a unicorn!

Ever since my sister found out we were prego (I like to add the "we" in there. I'm already very important in this baby's life) we've been discussing what kind of baby it will be.

You know, most people figure it will be either "a boy" or "a girl," but Jena and I explored other possibilities like.. "It's a lizard!" "It's a cupcake!" Eventually, we accepted the grown-ups' insistence that there are only two kinds of babies, and we settled on cowboys and unicorns.

Today she had her "kind of baby" appointment and found out  

it's a unicorn!!

My other beautiful little unicorn filly of a neice, Lily Belle, is so excited it's a girl. Here's what she had to say about it:

I'm such a happy auntie banana!
I love you, jenabunny and baby!

love, babies, and plentiful new knitting projects now that I know what color yarn to get,

Anna

p.s. sister also blogged about our lovely trip to Colorado here