Once upon a time, my girl and i worked out with a Marine every morning for almost two years. we would do impossible physical things, like lunging for a quarter mile. with ten pound weights in our hands. or indian sprints. or my favorite: the circle of woe. i can't tell you how fun it was, how strong i felt, or just how good i felt after the work out. it was awesome and i'm so grateful for his time. the three of us would tease each other as he pushed us along. my girl and i took to calling him "belinda" which he completely understood and enjoyed it. but schedules and priorities change and now the my girl and i are back in the gym, without our beloved belinda.
our Marine will be retiring soon. i have been thinking about this for a while—what to give belinda that will mean something and remind him of us. then, a friend bestowed upon me a great bag full of cigar boxes. i sorted through these awesome small boxes of wood and came upon a just the right size, all black wood box with a gold imprint of "belinda black."
omg! hoooRah! so while i'm working kayleigh's valentine, my summer masters class, and the vineyard, i'm gonna make a seashell box for our belinda. i know, i'm a serial starter of projects, but they do get finished, so stay tuned!
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