I think it's okay to be proud of yourself every once in a while.

 I woke up this morning bummed to see the snow and the newspaper not on the counter (like it usually is every morning). I went outside to grab the newspaper and had to wipe off the snow that covered the top of the plastic bag. When I started reading in the typical reading schedule that I always do (glance over the front page, read what celeb's birthday it is, what happened this day in history, editorial page, and so forth) I had to stop at the editorial page. I yelled ma mere's name and ran to find her. I showed her the page. I made print. I submitted a letter to the newspaper and they published it!!

After a long, yet beautiful day, I searched my letter on deseretnews.com. I was proud to be archived with articles about Elder Richard G. Scott Jason Wright, and many others. I read the comments. The first comment upset me a little, but I decided "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words shall never hurt me." I will not let their ego get in the way of my pursuit of writing.

Write something.

Lahve always,

Maddiey

A Word on Love

Being the romance novel addict that I am, there are things that make a novel a perfect romance for me.

Words of Love:

1. Regain composure. Oh-ho! The very words make my heart jump with excitement! Whenever these words appear, you can tell love is sprouting within the character- it is the beginning of my happiness!

2. Kissed. I have a nasty habit of searching the pages ahead for this word. I kick myself in the leg once I finally read up to that beautiful moment because reading it for the second time doesn't have the full effect that it should've had on me.  

     Note: There are lots of hints that surround the word kissed. Things like "our faces were close", heart-melting comments, eye contact that isn't uncomfortable, "he drew her closer", etc. 

Romance novels are very predictable. That's fine.  The majority of them end happily, a reassurance that you will read a good book. Who doesn't want to read a good book?


Feed the soul with some love. 
Romance novels are healthy!


Lahve always,
Maddiey


p.s. Please make note to the Pages tab at the top. 
p.p.s. I added a new song to my Playlist. It's called Melody by Kate Earl.
p.p.s. The playlist is odd and tricky. Hopefully you'll figure it out. Don't follow the mouse, the highlighted stuff (teehee) is what you want.

Hmm...

Warmth. It comes and it goes, and it tends to be gone longer than it stays. The sun is covered by dark gray clouds. The green grass is covered with a thick layer of white flakes of snow. Instead of feeling the heat running through you, an ice cold chill takes over your whole body.
Dear Warmth and Sunshine,
I have an issue with you. You don't like to stay very long.
Why is that?

Chasing Pavements

"I've made up my mind don't need to think it over

This, I know is love

But if I tell the world I'll never say enough

'cause it was not said to you

And that's exactly what I need to do if I'd end up with you"

-Adele Chasing Pavements 

Yeah, I am quite aware that I missed a little part. It's done on purpose.

p.s. I personally like Addy's April 6th post.

Steps and Turns

Left foot, right foot. I face a long and winding road surrounded with wildflowers and trees the height of giants. Left foot, right foot. My naked foot hits the pavement in front of me. For a while there, the path seems to be smooth and straight. Left foot, right foot. But that's when something troublesome hits. I face a fork in the road and I must choose which way I will go. Shuffle left foot, tap right foot. If I choose one way I will never know what it's like to go the other way. Tap left foot, shuffle right foot. After a lot of pondering and evaluation of all the possibilities, I turn and take a path. Left foot, right foot. I hesitate a little at first, but after a continuation of steps, I decide that this path is the best option. Left foot, right foot. I come across many more forks, I make my decision, turn, and step. Left foot, right foot. I no longer look back and hesitate whether my decision was the right one. 

My steps and turns are endless. I never look back and I never hesitate.

Left foot, right foot.

Happy Birthday Lovely

I am not very good at birthday cards. Whenever I go shopping for a gift, I will always buy a card to go along with it. (That kind of sounds like the books If You Give a Pig a Pancake or  If You Give a Moose a Muffin. Eh, maybe it's just me...) I am always pretty sure I know what gift I should get, but when it comes to buying a card...

I usually plan gift/card shopping for birthdays like this:

10 minutes: The gift

1-2 hours: The card

Kinda flip-flopped, eh?

When it comes to cards, I get rather picky (or as Mr. Melville's poster- Picky Picky). It has to be perfect. 

10 steps I take while selecting a 98¢ card (or however much they cost):

1) Consider the personality of the person receiving the card. Are they the type that take everything seriously or are they the type that jokes about anything and everything?

2) Take into consideration of our friendship and our personality blend.

3) Go for the humorous cards anyway.

4) Repeat step one.

5) Repeat step two.

6) Go for the classy/ nicer lookin' cards.

7) Resort back to the humorous cards.

9) Repeat steps one through seven about ten more times.

10) Stick with the humorous card and make a stinkin' purchase.

If you have any suggestions or tips on how to shorten this process, please let me know. It's pretty pathetic that I spend that much time on a lame card that will most likely be thrown away in the next couple of hours.

Dearest Kenedi,

Happy Birthday, Lovely. Double Digits... It's great, trust me.

You are beautiful- always have been!

Keep on smiling and giggling.

Lahve always,

Madison

P.S. Brynn- I am pretty sure this is a red velvet cupcake. One of your children, I presume?

Last

As I sat alone, thinking, I thought of something that I found... mind boggling.

What would it be like to experience your last breath? What would it be like to know it was your last? 

If I knew that it would be my last breath...

I would breathe in slowly and try to memorize every feeling and emotion that occur from breathing in. I would not want to forget what it was like to take my last inhale of air. I would pause between inhaling and exhaling to think about all the wonderful things that breathing allowed me to experience. Then, slowly and carefully, I would take my last exhale.