Category Archives: Reflections

Ode to Siblings

A few days ago, I had the pleasure of working in a classroom for children with special needs. It was a small classroom, with no more than ten students, which allowed me to get to know the students on an intimate level.

Halfway through the day, at an assembly, a little boy came to sit by us, specifically by his twin sister in the class. For the few hours I had been with her, she had spent her time dozing comfortably in her chair. When she saw her brother, she lit up brilliant. Suddenly, she was laughing as he played with her hands and smiling each time he looked her way. When his class left, he kissed her cheeks, and scurried after his peers.

For the remainder of the day, he would duck in and out of the classroom. As he finished his work, his teacher would allow him free time to spend with his sister. They would giggle together, sharing secrets and smiles, until he had to return to class. He would kiss her cheeks again, and as he left, she would follow with her eyes. She would sleep until his next visit.

This brother and sister have a  pure and unconditional love for one another, one so deep that I couldn’t help but reflect on my own life. I realize how lucky this girl and I are, for we both have caring big brothers, always looking out for us, making us smile, and  protecting us from harm.

So, to my big brother, on his birthday, thank you for loving me so unconditionally.

The First Monday of the Year!

New Year’s Resolutions are awful.

No, really. Hear me out.

We pick some arbitrary day to turn our lives around, when in reality, by February 1st, many of these resolutions will have been broken, forgotten, or both. Also, this date is one on which we’re supposed to make resolutions. There’s too much pressure, especially with social media, to resolve to accomplish something, and then post about it, all the while knowing these will more than likely fail.

The basic idea of self-improvement is one that I whole-heartedly support, which puts me in a wonderful paradox (plus, I’m hypocritically posting about this on the internet).

Instead of making a resolution on January First, though, I chose today, the first monday of the year. And, instead of calling it a resolution, I am setting a goal for myself. One that I can’t post about. One that I must practice internally.

Simply put, it is self-love.

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This is Lou. Although she isn’t the world’s most glamorous dog, she has a beautiful spirit, one which I seek to emulate. She doesn’t care how far I throw the ball, as long as she gets to bring it back to me. She doesn’t care what time I wake up or come home, as long as she is there to greet me. She doesn’t care what grades I get, if I burn dinner, if I swear, if I don’t accomplish everything I set to.

She just wants to love me.

This year, I want to love myself as she does.

We’ll have to see how it goes.

What about you? Did you set any resolutions? Do you need a little more self-love in your life? Tell me about them below!

Für Meinen Vati

Vati–

Heute ist dein Geburtstag. Ich bin leider nicht da, und ich vermisse dich sehr. Aber heute erinnere mich an unseren schönen Sommer zusammen! Obwohl wir können nicht mit einander diesen Geburtstag feiern, ich freue mich auf Weihnachten! Ich hoffe, dass heute wunderschön ist! Ich liebe dich!

-Deine Tochter, die sehr stolz von dir ist!

(Dad–

Today is your birthday. Unfortunately I am not there, and I miss you a lot. But today I remember our beautiful summer together! Although we can’t celebrate this birthday together, I look forward to Christmas! I hope your day is great! I love you!

-Your daughter, who is very proud of you!)

(And if I made a mistake in my German, I apologize!)

Paris

Paris

For those growing up in 21st Century America, there are certain things that are rites of passage: learning to ride a bike, receiving your first cell phone, graduating high school, and the first drink of alcohol (but not always in that order). For me, the last one was replaced by a task far more urgent: get to Paris.

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At one point in time or another, nearly all of my favorite writers had either lived in or travelled to Paris; French artists (e.g. Paul Cézanne, David, van Gogh, etc.) were the most Avant-Garde; and French history has been magnetic ever since the first time I head, “Let them eat cake!” (even though Marie probably never said that). Naturally, I was drawn to the city that had changed the course of history, to the built up descriptions from my high school teacher, to the city of light.

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I’ll be back for you one day, mon cher.

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Although taken with my camera, this brilliant photo was crafted by my dearest Ross.

Notre Dame

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My mom and dad, after over 26 years of marriage and dealing with my brother and I. God bless ’em.