Twilight and a Fire Pit

It's about that time of year again--when it's cold outside and we are wearing sweatpants and hoodies to bed and our wardrobe has flipped from tanks to turtlenecks. When we can't feel our toes and our wood floors are making more creaky noises than usual. When piles of leaves begin forming on our front yard hill and the oven wafts of home baked goods, nestling hearts with warmth.

We've been having a great fall, so far, and great weather to accompany it, of course. I don't know about you, but we've have some some serious frost on our car windows, too, this season. A good scraper comes in handy on those mornings. Our condo windows have been open the majority of autumn as well, and time has only gone by fast because we've been having fun.

Carrie bought a fire pit today. Needless to say, neither of us knew how to start a fire. You really don't even want to know all the things we tried to do to ignite one, but gathering sticks and crumpling up old magazines were two of them. It seemed to work for a minute, but would dwindle out time and time again and we had to rekindle every few seconds. Phillip ended up coming over after a while and got it going how a fire is supposed to look because ours was a pitiful sight. He broke sticks to keep it going while our three-way conversation spiraled into a topic on frolicking in the meadows. Don't ask.

It really was the perfect night for our Twilight rendezvous. The other day, Carrie randomly said she wanted to see the saga, which to my suprise, I never would have guessed in a million years. Oh, how she does suprise me from time to time.

When I got home tonight I was actually thinking how Edward and Bella's relationship somewhat resemebles the relationship between us and our Father. I know what you're thinking: "a vampire and a lover? Uh, yeah Melissa." But, hear me out. Edward wants to keep Bella safe, always, no matter what. He loves her more than he has ever loved anything. The love goes so deep, so far, that it has no boundaries. He would do anything for her.

There are, of course, some obvious things that do NOT make this comparison reliable, like the fact that Edward cannot read Bella's mind, and God can of course read ours. But, in a general sort of sense, the former is true. God would give anything for us to love Him half as much as He loves us. And what's more, His love has no boundaries. In His arms, we find safety. Consistent safety.

We always text eachother with a sad smiley face when a good night ends, Carrie and me. So tonight I say, :(, until another good night like this comes again soon.