Fragile

* Main Entry: frag·ile
* Function: adjective
* Etymology: Middle French, from Latin fragilis — more at frail
* Date: 1521

a : easily broken or destroyed (a fragile vase)
b : constitutionally delicate : lacking in vigor (a fragile child)

Today as I was delivering a box that needed to be shipped, I heard an ambulance siren. Before I walked back to my office, the ambulance arrived at the building next to mine and an older gentleman in a wheelchair was being talked two by the EMTs. I am glad that such an organization exists to help people in moments of emergency. I felt bad that I hadn't even really given a second thought to hearing those sirens until I saw the ambulance right in front of me and saw the man they were attending to. Then I wanted to go over and give him a hug to comfort him. Life is so fragile and I think that especially within the last few days I've been caught up in little details that really don't matter in the large scheme of things.

Speaking of which, in Harry Potter 2, Dumbledore tells Harry something like, "It is not our abilities that show what we truly are. It is our choices." I need to be better about choosing. Even one of the lessons that Kevin and I taught at church emphasized that no one "makes" you mad. You are choosing it. If I can have more perspective, and more faith, then having things not work out as I want them to maybe won't be so frustrating.

Speaking of which, I am sad to see a lot of my friends leaving Provo. I know their time has come to move on and I'm happy for them and their opportunities. As hard as it is to see them go, one thing that really comforts me is knowing that I will always have my best friend right at my side. Wherever Kevin goes, I go. And vice versa. Having the constancy amidst the change really helps a lot.

Speaking of which, we have been married for a year as of Saturday! What a fun year it has been! Last Thursday night, I asked him what he would do different last year. And he thought about it for a minute. Then he said, "Let's see, August 6th. I wish you could've come up and camped with us before the wedding." The answer made me laugh because I meant what would he change over the course of the last year, not just a year ago that day. When I clarified, his response was, "I think we've done pretty good." I wholeheartedly agree. There were some rough patches (specifically with my employment or lack thereof), but the rough spots weren't in our relationship. Rather, I survived the rough spots precisely because of our relationship.

Speaking of which, our big move from an apartment to a duplex went very well, thanks to Kevin's parents and sister. We are finally all unpacked and have even hung a few things on the walls. It feels more like home every day. And I would sleep next to our washer/dryer if Kevin would let me...I love it THAT much.