Counting, Counting

I am counting little blessings. And big ones, I suppose. Here's what I have today:

1. Productive afternoons. I wrote a paper that isn't due until Tuesday. Go me!

2. Time to primp. I don't often take extra time to put effort into getting ready. This afternoon I did.

3. Chick flicks. It's not often that I want to watch this kind of movie, but last night there were five girls in need of some girl time. Go see "The Vow." It's really good. The girl isn't a dumb bimbo, the guy wasn't trying to get sex. It was great. We were able to squee unabashedly.

4. Complaining party. I'm getting to the point where I'm tired of complaining about things I can't change, but it's reassuring that I'm not the only one who has similar things to complain about. Sure, it's not a good sign that 8 people all felt the need to have a party to complain, but at least we weren't sullen alone, right?

5. Encouraging rehearsals. Drama Ministries Ensemble had a rehearsal this morning, and it makes me feel better about performing in a church tomorrow.

6. Band concerts. I went to listen to my roommate and a few other friends at their concert last night. Wow. It was great. I'm not the biggest fan of band concerts, but this one was amazing. And I wrote a poem during it. Enjoy. :)

It sounds like a Sunday walk in the park,
Not a care in the world, just you and a walk.
It's nice, this walk. Not too slow, not too fast.
Just a walk. And I'm happy.
Imagine that.
Like I'm Mary Poppins and you're Bert,
Just a stroll through chalk pictures,
The sky is unbelievably blue,
The warm sun hits my cheeks,
and I can feel them grow red.
Though whether the source of the blush
Is the sun or from my hand in yours,
I can't quite say.
Either way, it's nice. And I'm happy.
Imagine that.
Just listen, it's all right there,
Floating through the air.
Can you hear it? The lightness of our steps,
the rustle of trees, the laughter of kids.
Can you hear it yet? I can.
That's what I hear whenever I'm with you,
Or thinking of you. I hear a Sunday walk,
The warm breeze, the sound of a band.
And it makes me happy.
Imagine that.

Until next time, count some blessings.