Holy Smack.
Can't people just like us?
Taylor and I seem to hit wall after wall with people, money, and...everything else!
Does this go away when we're married?
Probably not.
Except maybe people will stop getting mad at us for spending so much time together.
I wish we had money.
I wish people didn't judge us.
I wish I had a job.
I wish...a lot of things.
But Silverstein has something to say about that.
Lester was given a magic wish
By the goblin who lives in the banyan tree,
And with his wish he wished for two more wishes--
So now instead of just one wish, he cleverly had three.
And with each one of these
He simply wished for three more wishes
Which gave him three old wishes, plus nine new.
And with each of these twelve
He slyly wished for three more wishes,
Which added up to forty-six--or is it fifty-two?
Well anyway, he used each wish
To wish for wishes 'til he had
Five billion, seven million, eighteen thousand thirty-four.
And then he spread them on the ground
And clapped his hands and danced around
And skipped and sang, and then sat down
And wished for more.
And more...and more...they multiplied
While other people smiled and cried
And loved and reached and touched and felt.
Lester sat amid his wealth
Stacked mountain-high like stacks of gold,
Sat and counted--and grew old.
And then one Tuesday night they found him
Dead--with his wishes piled around him.
And they counted the lot and found that not
A single one was missing.
All shiny and new--here, take a few
And think of Lester as you do.
In a world of apples and kisses and shoes
He wasted his wishes on wishing.
By the goblin who lives in the banyan tree,
And with his wish he wished for two more wishes--
So now instead of just one wish, he cleverly had three.
And with each one of these
He simply wished for three more wishes
Which gave him three old wishes, plus nine new.
And with each of these twelve
He slyly wished for three more wishes,
Which added up to forty-six--or is it fifty-two?
Well anyway, he used each wish
To wish for wishes 'til he had
Five billion, seven million, eighteen thousand thirty-four.
And then he spread them on the ground
And clapped his hands and danced around
And skipped and sang, and then sat down
And wished for more.
And more...and more...they multiplied
While other people smiled and cried
And loved and reached and touched and felt.
Lester sat amid his wealth
Stacked mountain-high like stacks of gold,
Sat and counted--and grew old.
And then one Tuesday night they found him
Dead--with his wishes piled around him.
And they counted the lot and found that not
A single one was missing.
All shiny and new--here, take a few
And think of Lester as you do.
In a world of apples and kisses and shoes
He wasted his wishes on wishing.
So, I'll keep my head up.
I have a WONDERFUL fiance after all.
and no matter what, we're gonna be fine.
We're gonna pull out of this.
We're gonna be okay.
But it's easy to forget that.
And that is grade A stupid.
Because right now, with him, I am the happiest I have ever been!
Why do so many things get in the way?
It'll all work out. :) right? Right.
~Kolie~
KOLIE, use this picture for your invitation, it is GORGEOUS :D We can still go take pics though :)
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ReplyDeletekeep holding strong girl, other people's opinions don't matter and money is just a mindset! You can do it! Just lean into God's love and he will get you through!
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