My Grandma gave me "Wuthering Heights" for Christmas. This is the fourth copy that I own - maybe someone is trying to tell me something?
My Grandpa always told me that one of every four children is Chinese. As the fourth child, I spent the majority of life wondering why I didn't look oriental.
The sole fact that I have spent time in mom's tummy completely floors me!
Since my family believes my entire childhood to be a figment of my imagination, I don't think I'm the best source for information about my life before yesterday.
HOWEVER, I was, of course, one of the coolest little kids despite the extra baby fat and the Sally Jesse Raphael glasses. I wore them for show - never pretend to be blind. It'll cost you when you're older.
Slightly delusional, I escaped to Dream Land, played in the creek, or trampled in the secret garden of my neighbor's backyard with my friends for the whole of my childhood. I'll never forget when the big, shirtless Greek man screamed profanities from his window at the 10-year-old girl creeping around in his garden.
(My childhood secret garden, compliments of Takis)
I sang before I talked and loved music before I knew how to love. There's a direct connection, maybe even a string, attached to my body and the sound waves that pulse through the air. My feet touch the dance floor, and I've entered into a new dimension where it's only me and the music dancing a serenade.
I grew up with my opposite: the blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty who has chisled me more than anyone else. She is my sister - Tell Me Do You Remember When? (only Mary will understand that question...)
I love people. They mean the world to me because without compassion we will never be moved to action. How amazing to see the image of God all around us through the beautiful faces of unique individuals! We are living stories of grace and life that my curiosity can not help but grab tightly. YOU are my mystery, and I can't wait to discover you!
I love to stand at the edge of the ocean because I am so small, but God knows every hair on my head. He sees my soul and knows it so much better than I. God has given me the world at my fingertips, and I will take every advantage of that gift. One step can take you to another world or mode of understanding!
I love to live, to learn, to dance, to walk. I love to run, to fight, to crawl, and to climb.
I am me, and I can not begin to explain myself to you, but hopefully our paths will cross, and you can see me in life. Maybe we can sit over a cup of coffee and stay awhile. But you can know only a glimpse of me through words because I can not begin to explain this person who was knit together by the very hands of God.
