Monday, February 28, 2011

An unlikely kind of love

I saw this video clip while I was at the gym today. I had my headphones on, could not hear a thing, but the pictures captured my heart. It is beautiful, and illustrates that love comes in all shapes and sizes (and feathers).

One can find love in so many unexpected ways.
Watch ME:)

Hope it tugs at your heart strings like it did mine!


Tuesday, February 15, 2011

A little love

Valentines day is very interesting. I guess so are all holidays, anniversaries, and birthdays in our house. It's difficult when you're other half has a life that is consumed by school.

It's hard not to get excited for V-day. Although I know it's a holiday created by Hallmark, I still love it. I love all the decorations, the candy, the cards, the flowers.

It was my mission to make Duke feel special this year. I made him a gigantic card and bought a giant Hershey kiss- in other words a perfect gift for me. I also hid a secret dessert in the back of my car so he couldn't find it.

This year was different because although the world was telling me to desire flowers and expensive chocolate, all I wanted was time. I wanted to spend time with my med school student husband. So I asked Duke to come to Yoga with me as my gift- and he said yes. (Yoga is my saving grace these days)

But when I came home- I walked into this:

It just made me so grateful. The letter was the best part- honest words. My favorite gift.
It's special that through it all- he still remembers.

Dinner ended up being heart shaped ham-potatoes-and vegetables. Our first date meal.

Don't mind our stripped plate

I still took Duke to Yoga and he actually did great- more flexible than I would have given him credit for:)

Tuesday, February 8, 2011


Came across this cute/inspiring story that reminds us to “honor our cracks and see what we can bring to the world.” Enjoy!
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots; each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.”
The old woman smiled, “Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?
“That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.
“For two years I have been able to  pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.”
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together to very interesting and rewarding.
You’ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

So, to all my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!!

Sunday, February 6, 2011


Last year- on February 5th 2010- I arrived in Erie- to visit my boyfriend! I remember that trip so well, what I packed, all the feelings I had, how many days had past since we had last seen each other.. everything. That's how my brain works when it comes to special moments- I can remember everything- down to the color socks we were wearing.

Duke and I had been surviving a long distance relationship at that point, so every chance to see each other was exciting. The highlights of my calendar last year was not my birthday or spring break, but the special weekends we got to see each other again. 

The night that Duke proposed was ordinary. I was exhausted from a long day of traveling, and I did not want to feel special. I had sweats on and refused to put a brush through my hair. 

The proposal was beautiful. Duke had put a lot of thought and effort into it. It made me feel like a princess and so unconditionally loved. From endless rows of candles to hanging letters from the ceiling, I was swept away.

Looking back on this one year, life has transformed. I am in awe. Moving, graduating, marriage, working, medschool, missing family, friends, Arizona- life has just been a whirlwind. 

At the end of the day, I am so lucky he asked me to marry him- and I am so happy I said yes:)

Here's to our one year engagement!