retrospect.

Sometimes you don't realize you love something until you don't have it anymore.

Like losing sleep to write a paper in the library because you procrastinated and it's due the next day. Or knowing that every Tuesday you will eat a buffalo chicken wrap in The Commons on campus. Or having to sacrifice a few hours a week to cram into a practice room with 4 other altos and sing parts. Or being so tired, yet so wired, at 2 am that you grab a girlfriend and go to Wendy's for caffeine and french fries. Or getting up early to run the beautiful Noland Trail with a marathon runner who puts you to shame, but gives you the best conversation. Or being "required" to read Jane Austen novels and write a research paper on them. Or being at a football game when it starts pouring down rain, but you stay anyway and get a cold. Or spending a 50 minute class learning more than anyone would ever want to know about comma placement (well, almost anyone). Sometimes things become a routine, a habit, a convenience, an obligation. And you don't see how priveleged you are until you have moved on and see it in retrospect.

Retrospect is a funny thing because you'd like to believe that you live in the moment and take nothing for granted. But the truth is, even when you try, you can't absorb everything as it's happening. Especially the mundane, even irritating things, that you never thought were glorious or special in the first place -- just part of your daily life.

And then one day they're not.

And it's the saddest thing because you could have loved them and cherished them so much more.

As I turn 23, I have a lot of retrospect. 22 gave me so much that I know I'll never have again. It provided me with a youth that excused my stubborness and impulsiveness. It was my explanation for foolishness and liveliness. It placed me in a world with pretty brick buildings and pretty people. It afforded a routine that I was quite lucky to live, even if I complained or ached for bigger things. 22 let me spend my days learning and spend my nights living...even if those nights meant watching Shirley Temple movies for film class, or making playlists while wrapped in my quilt, or going to my friend's apartment to eat ramen and watch shows I don't even care about. I mean...that's boring stuff....but beautiful stuff. I know I'm a year older, but I don't want to lose that youth.

Now? I'm sitting in an office cubicle while CNU classes are canceled and campus is closed. I'm doing the adult thing -- spending my birthday working. My friends were sent home. To stay warm and dry and be with the people they love. I hope they aren't taking it for granted.

On a happier note, I am glad for a rainy birthday. I always hope for a rainy birthday. I am happy to be living, but more than that, to feel alive. And I know next year, I'll love this a lot more...with the help of a little bit of retrospect.

travel bucket-list: update #2

 

 

JULIET'S BALCONY

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Where? Verona, Italy

Why? It is the designated site of the fictional scene between the most famous lovers of all time where Juliet profusely exclaims, "Romeo! Romeo! Wherefore art thou, Romeo?" I can only imagine the atmosphere surrounding Juliet's house that overlooks a small courtyard. Potent elements of magic, passion, and enchantment. For me, seeing this site would mean seeing my literary development come full-circle. I first read Romeo & Juliet in 9th grade English class. We had a student teacher from William & Mary named Ms. Hepp and her enthusiasm for literature was so contagious. It was while reading Romeo & Juliet that I first fell in love with English. I didn't necessarily know I wanted to pursue it at the time, but I loved the way tragedy and romance and jealousy and purity could all be expressed synonymously in one text. I remember our unit test had us write an argumentative essay about whether it was destined fate or merely immature obsession that drove the two protagonists of the play. Later, Ms. Hepp's comment on my graded assignment explained that her and I were the only true romantics of the class...apparently everyone else thought the lovers were crazy. I know visiting this place, this ancient balcony where starlight lit the scene of forbidden love, would stir my romantic beliefs of serendipity, and remind me of those first weeks when English became a part of me.

Romeo and Juliet, Royal Film Performance, 1968 (image credit)



crickets and rain

"I wish I could take pictures of sounds" Molly Hunter K. said with a sigh as she clutched her Nikon camera and followed me down the red brick path lined with lush greenery that stretched a few feet above our heads. We were on our way to our favorite spot in Colonial Williamsburg to enjoy the first moments of dawn. The drizzling rain provided the perfect morning mist while our feet splashed through shallow puddles that consisted of both rain and dew. Dancing raindrops bounced off the leaves of the trees before rhythmically falling and splashing onto our faces, and the crickets sang as if welcoming or maybe forbidding the rising sun. As light slowly and defiantly embraced the darkened sky, clicks from the shutter of Molly's camera seemed to echo among the vibrant hues of green -- forest, emerald, mint. The historic streets behind us were empty and quiet, allowing our soundtrack to occupy all space.

No, the pictures on Molly's camera definitely won't do this moment justice; they can't capture the melodies of the crickets or the drum of the rain.

As the rain came down harder, so did our laughter. Despite the dreary weather, which seemed to be straight out of an Austen novel (Marrianne, anyone?), or perhaps it was more Bronte-esque, we giggled with girlish bliss mixed with a bit of embarrassed shame...but just a fraction. Adolescents, still, no matter how hard life tried to make us grow up. "I wish our high school selves could see us," Molly said offhandedly with a touch of sarcasm. No doubt, our high school selves would never have anticipated we'd still be visiting the worn stairs covered in ivy five years later. I'm sure we thought we'd have much better things -- more sophicsticated things -- to do with our time. But here we were: hair soaked, umbrella ditched, black and white pictures galore, humming "Dawn" from the Pride & Prejudice motion picture soundtrack, and admiring cobwebs that shelved shimmering droplets of condensation. We really hadn't changed all that much, Molly and I. Sure, the topics of conversation shifted-- college, new relationships, missed opportunities, future dreams that suddenly (and dauntingly) seemed a lot closer. But us as girls? We were the same. Still as romantic as ever with a rather large flare for the dramatic.

Right now, I'm thankful that I'm 22. Young and free. Free to do these types of things -- by "things" I mean waiting for the sun to rise at 7am on a Monday -- and not being too caught up in apprehension or reputation.

all photos taken my Molly. Go visit her blog here. Go go go!

don't forget to listen for the crickets and rain in your own life....

"twenty-four oceans, twenty-four skies"

Because Ben doesn't particularly like surprises and because he particularly likes to have options, I gave him a choice between three different dates for his birthday -- and I wasn't the least bit surprised when he chose the most practical and laid-back of my ideas. This is Ben we're talking about.

So it was Yorktown Beach for some night time relaxation and conversation by the water.

I supplied the birthday mix cd that included "throwbacks, newbies, and pretty duets." Yes, we karaoke'd the duets the whole trip. And yes, I stole glances as his face softened and he let loose a small chuckle everytime he recognized a throwback song that had defined a moment or two, or three of our relationship.

the sky on our drive down the Parkway

When we arrived it was already dark and the beach was beautifully lit by the glaring lights from the bridge. We strolled down the small boardwalk, passing the crowded patios of seafood restaurants. Although my stomach seemed to be screaming at me and the occupants' food looked so good, I wasn't tempted. Ben and I frequently go out to dinner. But there was an unspoken purpose to this evening. This was a time for us to be still and soak in each other's company -- along with the company of the water that glistened yellow and orange a few yards from us.

We settled on a small alcove of the beach. Ben laid out the blanket and we plopped down. We were quiet at first as the night time wind began rustling the calm river. Then Ben began talking about the matters of his heart, which is not everyday conversation for us. I'm the one who talks about feelings, thrills, and sentiments. He's the levelheaded, logical, and steady one. So, as we're enjoying the hum of the cars racing across the bridge and the gentle rocking of the water, he just starts blurting it all out. Although he was telling me about good things, things we've been praying for, it was vulnerable nonetheless. I had to hide my pleasure as he talked, afraid he'd suspect I was laughing at him. I wasn't laughing at him! But I was excited because he was speaking my language. Over the next hour or so, we both did our share of talking and listening as we snacked on cheese and buried our toes in the sand.

Happy 24th birthday, Ben. I'm ready to spend 75 more with you wherein I'll listen to your most secret hopes and dreams that mark every single one.

Oh Canada

glimpses from my trip to my birth country:

downtown Toronto 

street side spider-man

Anderson's first time at Niagara Falls!

pretty niece

"play me,  I'm yours"

architecture inside the Parliament building

Poutine!!!!!

"No Canadian can stand at this cluster of buildings (...) without feeling that somewhere on this Hill, perhaps by a happy accident, architects, masons and stone carvers have managed to grasp and materialize the beauty of Canada, the vastness of its land, its lonliness, its youth and its hope" -- Bruce Hutchinson, The Unknown Country, 1944 

I am NOT a poet...but I AM a girl who adores her man

As Ben and I celebrate three years together (and a great three years at that!), I remind myself exactly what it is I love about him and exactly why I love it. Uncharacteristically, my thoughts took the form of a poem, but it's really just my way of saying:

THANK YOU, BENJAMIN AARON ROTHWELL!!!!

Thank you for offering an eager set of ears.

Relishing in my nonsensical words

Asking for more, and showing the world

Thank you for challenging me to become more than I am.

 Repainting my view ‘til it’s brilliant and better

Giving me light when I might want to be darker

Thank you for adopting my dreams as your own.

Lifting me up when I can’t get any higher

Saying, “I believe in you now and forever”

 Thank you for watching me with those almost-black eyes.

Disregarding all else to see me for me

Pretense all gone - just faith and belief

Thank you for loving my voice, small as it is.

Singing or speaking, you want to hear

You know it matters, that it’s something to share

Thank you for patience, thank you for grace.

I won’t find the same kind in any other place.

Thank you for silence, thank you for noise.

The harmony is perfect, simple, and poised.

Thank you for fighting, thank you for peace.

You conquered it all, all just for me.

Thank you for praying, thank you for leading.

I can’t say it enough; it’s just what I needed.

Thank you for honesty, thank you for heart.

That’s what I wished for from the very start.

Tebow hunting

Last weekend, Tim Tebow took Williamsburg by storm. He was a guest mentor at a football camp and needless to say, the locals went a little crazy! My brothers and I decided to get in on it -- we hopped in the car and embarked on some serious Tebow hunting.

alas.
....................we found him. :)

throwing passes to the little ones at the camp

riiiiiight in front of meeee

So...that's my hair. And that's him smiling at me whilst shaking my hand.

It was a glorious day. The sun was HOT and so was Timmy. I used the never-washing-my-hands-again line. I got blisters from my wedges and weird tanlines from my shirt. So worth it. No regrets. 

Okay, I'm done now. Bye.

hello houston

I am currently enjoying a 100% spontaneous trip to the Lone Star State for some much-needed sister time and an excuse to love on these two babies:

GABEY BABY

HALLIE GIRL

Taylor (the mama of the above angels) and myself are the original Morrow children; as middle schoolers we self-titled ourselves the "two-morrow girls." We were roommates since diapers until she went to college and then it was full fledge maid of honor mode shortly after. She's been starting her little family here in Texas ever since, exactly 1,352 miles away from me. This time with her -- as I phase out of one chapter of life into another -- has been such a blessing. We've been mostly passing the time playing with the kiddies, lazing around at the pool, cooking mean dinners, watching netflix, and reading/discussing books. I needed this getaway. Leaving college and entering into newfound adulthood called for a little vacation so I could gather my wits, if you will. I needed the opportunity to talk to my big sis all day long, to rack her brain and ask her deep questions about life. She is ooozzzzinggggg with wisdom!!! I am like a sponge absorbing every bit of it and neatly stacking it in my mind for safekeeping. So, yes, I'm peacefully enjoying the late nights, the exchange of recipes, the diaper changing, the errand running, the advice giving, the laughing, the sunny Texas sky, and the baby kisses!!

No one gets you like a sister can. Even me...my unemployed, fresh out of college self...she totally loves me. And always has.

high school grad party

college grad party

Today at Target, while shopping for who knows what, but steering clear of the baby girl section before going crazy on all things pink and trendy, we saw a simple black 5X7 frame with the words, "a sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost." We both smiled a little and sighed.

Ain't that the truth. 

today

A season fades

it all goes away

pictures and memories

saved for another day,

inside my heart

This beautiful place

I cannot stay

that big old world

just seems to say,

"you'll fail at the start"

But I've got something that they can't take

I got soul that ya just can't fake

Darling, don't be afraid

this life may bend you

but you'll never break

You, you may not know it

but you've got the strength

to conquer this world

Early in spring time

flowers will bloom

they'll find a new life,

and I will too

Another beginning

I'll start again

every new story

comes from one story's end

But I've got something that they can't take

I got soul that ya just can't fake

Darling, don't be afraid

this life may bend you

but you'll never break

You, you may not know it

but you've got the strength 

to conquer this world

And the sun will be shining then,

just like today, just like today

And the sun will be shining then,

just like today, and you'll make a way

music and lyrics by Destiny Morrow and Ben Rothwell 

a few of my favorite things:

Some cool things on this Cinco De Mayo...

this hymn

records with pretty covers

Jon Foreman

leopard print shoes

old cameras