Sunday

Oh man, Sundays are PRETTY awesome. It's like, here you go, have a day where you can just sit around all day, grab some food, take a nap, whatever! I mean, just think of the possibilities! Or, rather, the lack thereof :)

Today was rather interesting due to the fact that a couple weeks ago, I was called to teach in one of my church meetings, to a group heavily concentrated with middle aged men who were say, mid 40's. Well, today was my first day on the "job". It was a lesson on talents, which I somehow pulled out the night before. In hindsight, considering my lack of teaching experience, I don't believe that it was truly the best idea to prolong my lesson preparation :p after a couple of hours late last night and a few more from sleeping, I was, at last, inspired to work on what I should talk about for an hour.

Needless to say, I did better than I imagined I would. It's like, once I started talking, it was like I was performing; I wasn't nervous at all, and I believe the spirit helped loosen my tongue a little bit. When I say I felt like I was performing, I mean it was similar to playing guitar in front of people. I felt confident in what my goal was, and I was strong in my delivery. The lesson went VERY smoothly (many thanks to certain individuals that love to share in class, now I know how teachers feel when no one raises their hands), and at 11:55 I cut it. I felt proud of my work, although I really should have spent more time preparing.

Tonight, my girlfriend came over for a visit :) it wasn't too long, she had to work until about nine that evening, so it was sweet, although short! When she had to leave though, I gave her a kiss goodnight, and she sat down in her car and just looked at me. For what literally was ten minutes, she didn't talk. She was determined not to give me the satisfaction of hearing her voice for some reason. I was slightly frustrated, eventually giving up on what she was trying to tell me, for she was trying to communicate with hand signals. I'll admit, some of them I guessed wrong to just play dumb, but I wanted her to feel some of the "ughhhh why?" feeling that I was continuing to be tormented with.

Although it was frustrating, and I couldn't do anything to commune with her, I couldn't help but realize during every bit of those silent ten minutes she gave me just how beautiful those eyes are. I somewhat understand now when people say that you can tell who a person is just by staring into their eyes. I saw innocence, joy, playfulness, laughter, longing, thoughtfulness, love, and experimentation all inside those perfect brown eyes. It's in those moments when you think to yourself, "Man, I really don't want to lose her."

The thing is, I have those moments every single day of my life.