I’m back on Facebook.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, but it’s already stressing me out again.
Love/hate, Facebook. Love/hate.
See you around the Wall. Sigh.
Let me just get it out: I feel like a terrible blogger these days.
Okay, now I feel better.
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Saturday is the 6th annual Tomato Art Fest in East Nashville. This is of note for 3 reasons:
1) Sound the trumpets: I am making my triumphant return to running, as I’ve registered for the 5K in the early morning. Nashville Miranda and I plan to run together and catch up about life – and if that means running 15-minute miles, so be it.
2) I’ll be singing backup for the beautiful, the talented, the VOICE – Wendy Jans, at 12:45pm on the main stage. It’s supposed to be 96 degrees out. So much for glamour, and/or happiness in general. But seriously – come hear this woman!
3) At 3pm, Seth will be entering the Red Head Contest. For those of you who have had the honor of beholding Seth’s gorgeous (and all natural) locks, you know that he is going to win that ribbon. He will hold the title of “Tomato Red” soon enough.
Also, I just love tomatoes. They’re so fat and wonderful.
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I wish we said the same thing about humans, because I have some amazing birthday cheeses in my fridge.
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“Amnesty” is just another word for “grace,” and I think that deep down, that’s why we are so moved over the story of Laura Ling and Euna Lee. It makes me cry to think about them being pardoned and allowed to return home – mostly because it reminds me of the undeserved kindness and generosity I have been shown in my own life.
Sometimes, I feel just like those girls.
Becca and Sarah sent me a cute lunch bag, just like I wished for. It is quilted and floral and insulated and zippered and tall enough for a water bottle.
I bought myself a vacuum cleaner at Wal-Mart at 10:30pm last night. It’s a 12-volt Dirt Devil, and I assembled it by hand until midnight.
How can someone’s story be simultaneously so simple AND so romantic?
This is Vadym and Sheryl Romaniuk. Are they not darling?
I’ve been friends with Sheryl even longer than I’ve known my own sisters – we met when we were 18 months old in San Jose, CA, and when I was 6 and my family moved to Colorado, we started to write letters (yes, the kind that were signed “LYLAS”). Our families vacationed together every summer, and when we both decided to attend the same college in Seattle, we were roommates for the first year.
Post-college, Sheryl made the gutsy decision to join the Peace Core, and was assigned to Ukraine. Two years is a long time to dedicate oneself to anything, let alone to a country in which vodka is a vital tool in cat neutering. But Sheryl dedicated herself to the Ukrainian language – which, I should add, uses the Cyrillic alphabet, so it’s even MORE impossible – became fluent, and in the process, fell in love with Vadym.
Long story short, and many twists and turns later, Vadym left his family, his home, his language, and moved to the United States. In the same way that Sheryl had been so bold, Vadym left behind all that he knew – in order to be with the woman that he loved.
(Imagine me blogging in a low, dramatic voice, because I feel like this should be a plot synopsis on a movie preview.)
This weekend, I had the honor of standing next to Vadym and Sheryl in San Jose, CA, as they said their wedding vows. Vadym speaks very little English, but spoke his English promises clearly and sincerely. Sheryl looked like a goddess.
And I? With all of the traditional Ukrainian toasting, I drank too much vodka and accidentally found myself in the middle of the dance floor during “Chattahoochee.”
But that is neither here nor there.
Vadym has decided that Sheryl is worth anything and everything that it takes to be with her. And Sheryl has become a haven for Vadym – a safe place in the middle of the chaos that his life surely holds, far from all that he has ever known.
I am so grateful for this beautiful picture of what love and romance are in their most simple and true form.
