i carry with me a unique family tapestry that includes a smart, loving husband, a beautiful sister and her mountain-man husband, a respected, cherished father and a brave mother.
i carry with me treasured secrets and unwanted concerns.
i carry days at disneyland, picnics, hot dogs, our roller racer and a burned knee from a hot bbq.
i carry with me colorful fireworks, my dad’s fishing lessons, spinning in the sun, yellow slip-n-slides and laughing really, really hard.
i carry with me a pink a-framed house, mix tapes and zac’s trampoline.
i carry summer evenings at clement park and memorials in the rain.
i carry dead flowers in my locker, notes passed in class; being 16 and feeling not good enough.
i carry with me being 23 and not feeling good enough.
i carry with me times of being mocked for being true, and a need to feel heard.
i carry my best friends tears from that day, and our life shaping conversations.
i carry with me weary buttons and an antique bicycle.
i carry stories of forgiveness and knowing how to let go and love anyway.
i carry insecurities and sometimes jealousy, jeans that are too tight, and hair that is not quite ever what i was hoping for.
i carry with me a cat dressed up in a tuxedo, so perfectly handsome, shades of blues and greens and a fan to help me sleep.
i carry sun-rise mornings in england, hummingbirds and lilies. i carry a tall tree with our names carved in it, long walks in the garden, “blankets” and a first kiss on a wooden bench.
i carry with me laughter and long nights at the jolly tanner and the treacherous walk back home.
i carry with me a small leather bible, a gift for my adventure.
i carry with me brave moments and the train station in amsterdam.
i carry wineglasses, lip gloss and honey on everything.
i carry unanswered questions, stolen moments, things-on-my-mind and deep sighs.
i carry with me noes to things that i should have said yes.
i carry with me un-seen vulnerability and un-filled parts.
i carry with me a phone full of people who i need to call back. i carry books that need to be read, weights that need to be lifted, a bed that needs to be made, laundry that needs to be done, a car that needs gas, a fridge that needs milk, and
i carry with me treasured secrets and unwanted concerns.
i carry days at disneyland, picnics, hot dogs, our roller racer and a burned knee from a hot bbq.
i carry with me colorful fireworks, my dad’s fishing lessons, spinning in the sun, yellow slip-n-slides and laughing really, really hard.
i carry with me a pink a-framed house, mix tapes and zac’s trampoline.
i carry summer evenings at clement park and memorials in the rain.
i carry dead flowers in my locker, notes passed in class; being 16 and feeling not good enough.
i carry with me being 23 and not feeling good enough.
i carry with me times of being mocked for being true, and a need to feel heard.
i carry my best friends tears from that day, and our life shaping conversations.
i carry with me weary buttons and an antique bicycle.
i carry stories of forgiveness and knowing how to let go and love anyway.
i carry insecurities and sometimes jealousy, jeans that are too tight, and hair that is not quite ever what i was hoping for.
i carry with me a cat dressed up in a tuxedo, so perfectly handsome, shades of blues and greens and a fan to help me sleep.
i carry sun-rise mornings in england, hummingbirds and lilies. i carry a tall tree with our names carved in it, long walks in the garden, “blankets” and a first kiss on a wooden bench.
i carry with me laughter and long nights at the jolly tanner and the treacherous walk back home.
i carry with me a small leather bible, a gift for my adventure.
i carry with me brave moments and the train station in amsterdam.
i carry wineglasses, lip gloss and honey on everything.
i carry unanswered questions, stolen moments, things-on-my-mind and deep sighs.
i carry with me noes to things that i should have said yes.
i carry with me un-seen vulnerability and un-filled parts.
i carry with me a phone full of people who i need to call back. i carry books that need to be read, weights that need to be lifted, a bed that needs to be made, laundry that needs to be done, a car that needs gas, a fridge that needs milk, and
8 Comments
April 7, 2008 at 7:19 pm
It’s the first time I’ve read this and I wish I’d read it sooner. You just cracked a sweet smile on my sad face today.
September 19, 2008 at 5:23 am
Katy, (sorry i cannot call you Kate)
You are a freakin’ poet seriously. This was really cool, it made me think of some great memories, clement park, Starbucks, “the bean”, i do not ever remember cats in tuxedos, but would have loved to see that. I would think that the cats would be way to big for the tuxedos, or at least your cats.
November 16, 2008 at 1:15 am
Hey Kate! I want to email you but I don’t have your email! Kate said we should talk and I am excited! Email me if you would like:-) ashleydmarble@gmail.com
December 18, 2008 at 2:28 am
I so love all the things that you carry with you!!!
January 1, 2009 at 5:27 am
you look awsome
January 28, 2009 at 5:44 pm
hey that just wowed my day
March 17, 2009 at 2:36 pm
This is beautiful
March 30, 2009 at 4:23 pm
Congratulations!!!!!!! I hope that all goes well and I will pray that you and the baby will be healthy throughout this time and there will be nothing wrong with the baby he/she will be healthy and beautiful and will take after you.Again CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!