Month in Numbers - February 2013

February was a little month that held a lot! As to not delay, here's my month in numbers...

1 awesome tattoo! I'm in love.

 

 1  trip to Gig Harbor to celebrate my father-in-law's 70th birthday!

 

 4.5 mile walk with 7 of my mother-in-laws friends. This was my absolute favorite part of the trip...listening to their conversations, watching their interactions, seeing the different personalities shine through...I felt like it was one of those movies...you know the ones, where there are the older ladies and one younger lady who just absorbs it all. Like, How to Make an American Quilt or Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood...It was an amazing walk.

9  books I picked up at the library
1  book I actually read, in its entirety, from the library
6 cups of green tea that I drank in about 3 days. I had forgotten how much I love it!

1 dog that I dog sat for a total of 6 hours before she drove me batty with her whining so I dropped her off with my aunt. I love this princess so much but without her mama she's a sad girl.

In other news:
1  rugby match watched in the bitter cold with sprinkles and a not-so pleasant breeze.  (Watching our boys win? Well worth the cold.)
18 years of wedded bliss celebrated with my husband.
1 long-lost brother reconnected with (the coolest part of the month, but a story in the making so not a lot of details there, yet...)
1 ladies night out with 5 amazing women
28 days of Q&A a day completed

"I am one of the searchers.

There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach; we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know – unless it be to share our laughter.

We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.

For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves."
James Kavanaugh