falling...

I fell off my bike when I was small, and my left knee was severely scared and blood was everywhere and naturally, I was hysterical.

I fell of the stage when I was in middle school during the production of "guys and dolls" and then the stage fell on me (see mother duffy for a video of this true event).

I fell into the ocean from a jagged rock in the southern most part of skinny mexico.

I fell from the bleachers in that Nantucket Island while I was memorized by the traveling circus that came for one weekend only.

I slipped and fell on the ice when I was walking to class one cold winter day in Provo.

I fell up the stairs while carrying my missionary bag in Denver.

Falling...
--------- is...
------------- my...
--------------------destiny.


None of these experiences were very pleasant, I am starting to believe that I am a bit clumsy, and try to go everywhere so fast... never really getting anywhere at all.

No wonder I have always feared falling... until now.

Recently I took one of my biggest falls, it was a monster, it happened completely by surprise and I kept waiting and waiting for someone to catch me.

and then I found myself in his arms and I was safe. I don't mind falling anymore. It's still messy and it hurts and I still have to pick myself up again - but now I am not alone and falling is something I would gladly do any day as long as I am falling in love with my silly bearded boy who has chose to fall in love with me too.


"After the Storm"