19 November, 2007

empty yet cluttered

Home is perfect... listening to a deep, dragging cello, sitting on my bed. Grace painted my nails the color of dark red wine: it makes me feel serious and full of weighty emotions. But I'm always cold when I'm home, even in my new emerald green pashmina, inspired by C.Sted, which I plan on wearing every day for the next two months.

Emily's wedding was so lovely; I was so happy to be there, to see her, to see old friends. She was radiant and joyful; he was dashing and eager. I couldn't be happier for them. (And I'm sure they are having an exciting time in Blowing Rock now...) My photos can be seen here, and you can see the gorgeous professional shots in a slideshow here.

Plus, Kels turned 18 yesterday. Dad surprised her and got a sweet, 1970's limousine and we went and picked up Maria and Sarah. We had to go to his screen test for his potential television show ("Tech Time", to be broadcast on one of the local channels), but afterwards enjoyed a snazzy dessert at The Melting Pot while swapping memories and stories about skinny dipping.

In the limo, Mom was telling me about how my extended family is preparing to excommunicate me because I am supposedly "liberal" now, compliments of my outrageously leftist university. While I was hotly arguing how infuriating I found political labels, Sam touches my arm and says, "Abby, even if you are becoming a liberal, I'm still glad you're home." I have a sweet brother.

"You're so e-mo-tion-nal..."

Tonight we played ultimate on one of the campus fields with Dave. We played every possible pairing among the six of us, but the best team was Grace, Sam, and I. We called ourselves "Sibs in the Crib" and dominated Dad, Kels, and Dave. It was glorious... that last catch Grace made in the endzone: perfect.

I am one vast need:

“Our whole being by its very nature is one vast need; incomplete, preparatory, empty yet cluttered, crying out for Him who can untie things that are now knotted together and tie up things that are still dangling loose.”—C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

2 comments:

sarah said...

way to be ambiguously sketchy...but in order for it to be "we", WE need to go to the beach and ride dolphins for grace's birthday.

and you really should listen to this great new band, the eyebrows....

Grant said...

Ah the joys of being called "liberal", after having stayed so long at home.

It was a suprise to me at first, but gradually I discovered that even the slightest change is considered to be liberal to my family. I guess it's harder to accept that an adult makes their own decisions, especially one of your own.

It's not always a bad thing, but any deviation from the old way is the most rancid and abject liberalism ever, to the favored few.

Just remember, you are wonderful the way you are.