A+ Ohio Photo Essay

You guys, omg shut up.

Somehow, somewhere, that phrase, utilized in a "that's awesome!" kind of way has worked its way into my vernacular. I don't know if Aaron has started verbally night-terroring a-la Stacey London in his sleep or what, but I keep saying it and at weird times.

Ie:
Boss: Please add this employee's newborn to his benefits plan.
Me: Omg shut up seriously?
Boss: ...What?

You get the idea. Help me.

Anyway, seriously, shut your mouth because I went to Columbus last weekend for my best friend Amy's wedding and it was the most wonderful whirlwind trip you're ever about to virtually re-live.

Sometimes going to Ohio can be strange, but always in a good way. It feels strange because it feels like I was just living there, which in turn makes our life in Arizona seem to be hovering in some kind of 100 degree limbo. This trip was especially that way because I got to see SO MANY of the people I love, and we were in Columbus which is so very close to beloved Athens. Dear Athens, do you export calzones?

Amy was extraordinarily beautiful. I don't know if I've told ya'll about Amy before. But she is exceptional. Her heart is big and her sense of snark is even bigger and she loves smoothies, so pretty much Amy for President. She married an awesome guy and we got our nails done and our hair done and, obviously, drank smoothies-a-plenty.



Omg Amy, shut up. You are so cute. This day rocked.


YOU GUYS. SHUT UP AND LOOK AT HER. This is the only thing I've ever seen that's actually cuter than those viral pictures of corgi puppies on swings I keep annoyingly seeing. She sat like this because she was all ready but it wasn't time for the aisle-polka yet, so we watched the episode of The Office where Pam and Jim get secret-married at Niagra Falls. She had this planned beforehand. I can't believe I didn't marry this chick first.

If you could see my heart it would be in the shape of Ohio and this is why. Here is Carole and Shelly from church and Ashley, my bobcat roomie. (2/3 of us...we miss you Ry.) You can't believe the adrenaline that comes after seeing so many people you love so very hard like this. Aaron had to get me a cheeseburger from Wendy's afterwards. Because I was that jacked up. I know, right?

The next day we went to Easton to see the Fishers. Here's pop. One month til he flies on out to AZ and I'm ok with that.

I would have needed a Wendy's cheeseburger again were it not for the massive piece of strawberry cheesecake Aaron and I had tackled at the Cheesecake Factory just minutes before this momentous photo, which was taken, by the way, by Pete. Everyone needs a Pete and we have one.

Aaron's sister Missy and William have a dog named Charley, but really he's a muppett and he watched just about the entire OSU basketball game (moment of silence) from my lap. That's when we became best friends and he told me I could come by any time.

He likes Aaron, too, but that ain't new, girl.

And then we flew back to Phoenix and endured, yet again, the mind-numbing disappointment in mankind that overtakes my spirit upon witnessing the IDIOCY of People In Airplanes. You may see this photo and think, "Surely, Maria, this cannot be real - we have invented cellular telephones! We use leashes on unruly west coast children! We wear dresses made of meat! Surely they cannot believe they will get off faster by standing up and staring at the person's head in front of them!" But they must; because this is real. And don't call me surely.

Ohio is cloudy, but when I come back to Limbo-Phoenix after a trip there, I just feel so, so vibrant.

A Chocolatey Christmas Eve

Hot chocolate, brother, husband, and storybook lamp lighting. Happy Christmas break from our flannel-clad home to yours.

Decembering

Ayyyyeeeee mis viditas. I've been on a bit of a blog hiatus. But for good reason! Aaron Michael and I took a trip on an aeroplane back to a sweet Ohio Thanksgiving last week. It was so good for the heart and soul and taste buds. We got to see my precious puppy Jake - he is now 13! Photo below. He is quite handsome, is he not? Especially for an old geezer.

And we got to spend some time with my incredible grandparents. My Grandpa had open-heart surgery the Monday before Thanksgiving, and I was so grateful that we got to see him so soon after. He was already cracking jokes by Wednesday. What a miracle the human body is... and his courage is!

We had a marvelous time, and coming back to Phoenix didn't evoke even one tear - mostly because we'll be going right back come Christmas Eve! ;)

Since we've gotten back, I've also been a bit un-blog-available because...well, we went a little Christmas crazy here in the Baer apartment. "Christmas crazy" being a misnomer, however. Might I add.

We bought a big fat jolly new tree, premium Coldstone brand hot chocolate (did you know there was such a thing?! It is to die for) and a million and one candles. We trimmed the tree, completely replaced our mantle knick-knacks with only Christmas-related decor and surrounded our bedroom window with sparkly bulbs. We've already watched both versions of How the Grinch Stole Christmas (Dr. Seuss-ian and Jim Carrey-ian.) And Aaron would have turned on The Santa Clause tonight if he could have gotten away with it. (I think I'm too tired to sit through a movie right now but if I weren't I just might have given the go ahead!) 'Tis the season! (OOH - I also bought Dave Barnes' Christmas album...YOU MUST GET IT NOW!)

Christmas craziness aside, I wanted to share some thoughts for a moment on a beautiful book I’ve been reading. It’s called “The Return of the Prodigal Son” by Henri Nouwen, and my reaction to it has been kind of curious. It was recommended to me by a dear friend who knows me quite well, and she promised it would change me. I read the forward and the first few pages thereafter and started feeling a bit uneasy – it was boring me, if I can be honest with you. It wasn’t stirring me at all and I was worried I’d have to report back to my friend that I didn’t feel what she pictured I would.

But I’ve kept reading since then, and though I have a few passages underlined and a few pages dog-eared, there isn’t one single page or word in the book that stands out to me in particular… yet it has already changed me in a way that is going to stick. Do you know that feeling? It is such a real feeling to me… it would be like waking up one day and learning you were color-blind. (This happened to Aaron a few years ago. He was quite perplexed. He inexplicably became even more so when I couldn’t stop giggling about it…) But can you imagine yourself going through that discovery? You would have to apply it to all of your memories of things you had seen before, and you’d know you would have it in mind for the rest of your life as you took in your sights.

That’s how this feels after having read this book. There is no going back. I will know what it taught me forever. Isn’t that lovely? It’s like my heart walls have changed.

I just want to share one passage that I read tonight, because it is tearing me up in such a wonderful way. I think it reminded me too of all that I’ve been learning about mercy.

Nouwen is talking about the parable of the vineyard – where the landowner hires workers each hour throughout the day, then pays each of them the same wage at the end. Naturally the workers who had been there all day aren’t too pleased. They “grumbled.” (I would too. I may even have had a 'Blockbuster' moment, as my friend Taylor calls them. More on that later). And the landowner (God) said “Are you envious because I am generous?” (Matthew 20:15). Nouwen says that for a while he used to wonder why, in the story, the landowner decides to pay the workers who had been there the shortest amount of time first, in front of all the others. Why wouldn’t he foresee the conflict and just pay the longer workers first, hoping that they would be on their way and miss the payment of the later workers? But then he learns:

“It hadn’t occurred to me previously that the landowner might have wanted the workers of the early hours to rejoice in his generosity to the latecomers. It never crossed my mind that he might have acted on the supposition that those who had worked in the vineyard the whole day would be deeply grateful to have had the opportunity to do work for their boss, and even more grateful to see what a generous man he is. It requires an interior about-face to accept such a non-comparing way of thinking. But that is God’s way of thinking. God looks at His people as children of a family who are happy that those who have done only a little bit are as much loved as those who accomplish much.”

I don’t know that there is any ‘commentary’ I could add… I just wanted to share that passage so that maybe you could be as bewildered and awed by the kind of God we have as I was. Can you imagine if we acted like the children He envisions us as... He must feel so perplexed by our self-involved cages. That passage makes me think of what C.S. Lewis says about pride as well – that it is pure comparison. The later workers couldn’t see the beauty of the landowner’s gesture because their comparison was blinding them. How much we must miss!

Hope that beats up your heart as much as it did mine. In a great way. :)

Until next time, Happy December, friends! Both Aaron Michael and I celebrate our 24^th birthdays next week, and apparently he is planning an adventurous day for us in the city…I will try to include some pictures!

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