miss emma.

today my mom and her dear friend april and i ventured to the ghetto of la, where we scored some serious deals on fabrics of all kinds for all sorts of various projects including wedding table cloths, upholstered dining room chairs, computer benches, and a new duvet cover for my bed. for lunch we had the most amazing hot dogs ever, complete with onions and peppers and pico and wrapped in bacon. really, they were divine and we enjoyed them straight out of a street cart and while sitting on the curb. us coto girls, we are just down to earth people. but unfortunately, my mom didn't bring her camera today so this little pic from my blackberry storm will have to make due. 

while in the car, april told me about this site, which i have been reading for the past 2 hours now. it's the blog of a woman named stephanie, who is married with four young children. her husband was learning to be a pilot, and while in training, their plane crashed, killing their instructor and seriously injuring stephanie and her husband. the blog was initially a personal/family blog but has turned into the story of her resilience and recovery and i am feeling inspired and so blessed. 

i read this entry and my heart just melted. don't mind if i share a little excerpt:

"...I didn't mean to, but I tuned her out for a few minutes because there out my window was Mr.Nielson. He was in his white shirt and jeans watering the flowers. He stood on the front porch, behind him dark thunder clouds gathering and the wind ever so slightly blowing his blonde hair. I had complete and utter love for that man. Partly lustful too. (I can say that) My heart swelled big and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Ohhh how I love him! How I need him!

My mind wandered to the crash. Mr. Nielson saved my life. He opened the airplane door which was on fire, cleared a path for me breaking his toe and his back. It was heroic and knightly. He was motivated by love. He found his way to safety and looked back only to realize I was not following. His heart sank. He ran around to the other side of the plane just in time for it to go up in flames. He yelled and screamed my name over and over and I his...we just couldn't get to each other.

I did get out and followed his path.

My love for him is not of this world. It can't be broken by anything, not by and worldly ideas of what love is. Not by death. Nothing. Love is Godly, God is love. And we are his children. Our bond will carry us to the eternities and beyond. It's not cheesy, it's truth.

Mr. Nielson just happened to turn to the window and give his trademark smile to me on the couch. I think he knew I was thinking of him.

And Jane still continued to talk to me about making a picture of the day and one of the night. Then she asked what I was going to color and I told her:

'daddy'."

and i can't wait to be in love forever with the father of my children and my husband for eternity. 

yes, someday.