The Old and the New
>> Saturday, February 12, 2011 –
Randomness,
Simple Things
This morning (as in about 20 minutes ago), as I sat down to have some quiet time, something momentous happened...
You see, I have this pen. And it's my favorite pen. One of my best friends and soon-to-be sister, Emily, made this pen for me as I was leaving for my first year of college. It has a Sunflower, my favorite flower, on it. And I use it all the time. Writing letters, journalling...basically any writing that takes place in my room or nearby (which is a lot) gets done with this pen.
And isn't it a nice pen?
The other amazing thing about this pen (yes this whole blog is about the pen, in case you thought I was going to move on to a more interesting subject) is that it NEVER runs out of ink. Seriously, I have used it and used it and used it, and I always think it's running low and then it springs back to life. I think Emily infused it with some elixir from the tree of life or something when she made it. Reminder...FRESHMAN year of college.
But, today, as I was sitting down to go through the first day of our study of Psalms for this week, it wouldn't write. And I scribbled hard. And I shook it hard. And I talked sweetly to it, and...nothing. Folks its dead. After a solid life of about 4.5 years, my sunflower pen has retired. But I think it deserves a spot in the pen-life hall of fame. Anyone else? 4.5 YEARS of writing!!
The funny thing is, just as my sunflower pen died this morning, I looked over and right next to me on the table there was a beautiful bouquet of REAL sunflowers that Adam brought me last night when I was sick.
And so I smiled. And all of the sudden, it was a little easier to let go of the pen.
But now, I'm going to go find a new pen so I can finish my study...
Haha this is cute! I had no idea you loved that pen so much! Hope you're feeling better.
ReplyDeleteI love all the pictures you took on your mac, and you are looking at the camera and not the screen
ReplyDeletepoint for fiance- those are great flowers!
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