Monthly Archives: April 2015

Flowers & Nathan

Nathan and I packed our lunches and drove off to the conservatory, except I didn’t know we were going to the conservatory. Nathan likes to keep things a surprise and I kind of like that, too.

It really could not have been more pleasant: seventy-five degrees, gorgeous sunshine, and just a slight breeze.

We got out of the car and almost instantaneously I started taking photos of the flowers and plants with my phone. I apologized to Nathan for the photo pauses but explained that they’re just so beautiful.

“You know, that’s why I wanted to come here—so you could take pictures of the flowers,” Nathan said and smiled at me.

I am so thankful for Nathan’s encouragement. He is continually trying to carve out space for me to do the things I love to do, even if it’s just a small thing like taking pictures of plants.
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Spilt Coffee / Spilt Heart

“I just really want to throw this stupid commuter mug in the snow right now,” I tell Nathan with a mixture of sarcasm and genuine frustration.

Hurrying through the snow towards our car with hot coffee spilling all over my hand, I complain to Nathan about how annoying it is that this new commuter mug is broken.

What on earth is going on? How is it even possible to design something so poorly? Why does the coffee pour over the sides faster when I tighten the lid? It’s not even that full. I watch with disappointment as my coffee freckles the snow.

“Here, let me hold the mug for you,” he says.

“Okay, if you really want to, but you know it’s super broken.”

I am dumbfounded by his kindness and calmness.

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Later that evening, I laughed with Nathan over how dramatic I had been about that broken mug. It was a simple mug of coffee. Only a few tablespoons had been lost during the unintentional spilling episode. But the scalding sensation on my hand made me angry. The entire design of the mug made me angry. And it made me angry that Nathan has to bear with me in my angry moments. Nothing helps you see your brokenness quite like being watched in the midst of it. (more…)