Joe had his moment, so it's back to books. :)
Well, really, Joe was present when this photo was taken, so I guess he kind of relates.
Over spring break, back in March, Joe and I took a trip with his parents to Copper Mountain, Colorado. It was lovely and a lot of fun, but I say all this to say -- on our last day, before we had to go to the airport, we walked around and had lunch in a lovely little town called Frisco. There was a local bookshop we wandered around in for a while (and I did what I always do in bookstores, which is look around at books I might want to rent from the library. I'm sorry local booksellers!), and when we were done, I realized this was on the outside of the front of the store:
Isn't this wonderful? This is exactly how I feel about stories.
Something that remembers the words all the way through without a single mistake.
Joe, You Made the Blog.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
In this post, I commented that my life had changed in two very significant ways since August. I went on to explain one of them, but I never provided details on the other. In fact, things have gotten even more significant since I wrote that.
Let me explain.
The short version is ...
... I AM GETTING MARRIED.
To the most wonderful man in the world.
And we are very private.
But the time has come for a blog post about my husband-to-be.
(Mostly because last weekend, the weekend he asked me to marry him, he said something like this: "Do you think I will make the blog now? I mean, you blog about books a lot. But not me." Touche. But I mean -- it's books. :) )
The thing is, I don't really know what to say. As I wrote in my Facebook post when I announced our engagement, Jane Austen wrote, "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."
Mr. Knightley had it right.
When you have a love of this magnitude, simple words won't do.
And I'm a words person.
This is Joe Kraft (and me, duh).
He is loyal. He is honest. He is open. He has a huge heart. He is hard working. He is giving. He does everything for me.
I have no idea why, but exactly a week ago today, in a beautiful spot on a beautiful night, Joe asked me to marry him.
I said, "Of course I will." (Really quickly before he changed his mind.)
And we are getting married.
I could say so much more. I have so much more in my heart. But there just aren't words for it. Or if there are, I don't know them. At least not right now.
I'm sure I will write a longer post in the future. There is more to say about being single, and waiting for God to send you the right person, and trusting God, but those posts will come.
Today, though, on the one week anniversary of our engagement, all I have is this:
"Love, true love, is magic. Not just any magic. The most powerful magic of all."
(And, Story ... I think the clock started in Huntington again. Finally. It's 8:16.)
#happilyeverkrafter
(#thankyousarahnavy)
Let me explain.
The short version is ...
... I AM GETTING MARRIED.
To the most wonderful man in the world.
And we are very private.
But the time has come for a blog post about my husband-to-be.
(Mostly because last weekend, the weekend he asked me to marry him, he said something like this: "Do you think I will make the blog now? I mean, you blog about books a lot. But not me." Touche. But I mean -- it's books. :) )
The thing is, I don't really know what to say. As I wrote in my Facebook post when I announced our engagement, Jane Austen wrote, "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."
Mr. Knightley had it right.
When you have a love of this magnitude, simple words won't do.
And I'm a words person.
This is Joe Kraft (and me, duh).
He is my fiance (what?!), and I don't deserve him.
He is loyal. He is honest. He is open. He has a huge heart. He is hard working. He is giving. He does everything for me.
I have no idea why, but exactly a week ago today, in a beautiful spot on a beautiful night, Joe asked me to marry him.
I said, "Of course I will." (Really quickly before he changed his mind.)
And we are getting married.
I could say so much more. I have so much more in my heart. But there just aren't words for it. Or if there are, I don't know them. At least not right now.
I'm sure I will write a longer post in the future. There is more to say about being single, and waiting for God to send you the right person, and trusting God, but those posts will come.
Today, though, on the one week anniversary of our engagement, all I have is this:
"Love, true love, is magic. Not just any magic. The most powerful magic of all."
(And, Story ... I think the clock started in Huntington again. Finally. It's 8:16.)
#happilyeverkrafter
(#thankyousarahnavy)
You'll Like It. Someone Dies In It.
Monday, April 3, 2017
I teach an afterschool enrichment class on Monday afternoons this quarter. This class is on movie making. I have nine students, and they are split into three groups of three. The students are responsible for writing their own scripts and acting in, filming, and editing their movies. I told them I'd help them with whatever they needed: props, costumes, filming for them if everyone in the group needed to be in the scene.
Today was the first day of filming. The three groups were spread all over the bottom floor of the school, in stairwells, the science lab, and the locker room. At one point, one of my students comes to me and says, "Miss Lafferre, we need you to film the next scene for us since we're all in it."
Of course I agreed.
Then she says, "You'll like it. Someone dies in it."
It's quite a reputation I have going for myself in the middle school. About midway through last year, I think it was, the students informed me that the biggest thing they've learned from me in their years with me is how to kill people and/or get rid of a body.
WHAT.
But then I realized ... YEP.
Between The Cremation of Sam McGee, The Most Dangerous Game, The Outsiders, Tuck Everlasting, And Then There Were None, and, I'm sure, others, I've taught the kids how to poison, hunt, trap, maim, and cremate people.
Which, with my luck, is all they'll remember about Language Arts with me. But I guess it's something.
Knowledge is power.
Today was the first day of filming. The three groups were spread all over the bottom floor of the school, in stairwells, the science lab, and the locker room. At one point, one of my students comes to me and says, "Miss Lafferre, we need you to film the next scene for us since we're all in it."
Of course I agreed.
Then she says, "You'll like it. Someone dies in it."
It's quite a reputation I have going for myself in the middle school. About midway through last year, I think it was, the students informed me that the biggest thing they've learned from me in their years with me is how to kill people and/or get rid of a body.
WHAT.
But then I realized ... YEP.
Between The Cremation of Sam McGee, The Most Dangerous Game, The Outsiders, Tuck Everlasting, And Then There Were None, and, I'm sure, others, I've taught the kids how to poison, hunt, trap, maim, and cremate people.
Which, with my luck, is all they'll remember about Language Arts with me. But I guess it's something.
Knowledge is power.
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