My favorite part of Frosty The Snowman is the line “Frosty the snowman knew the sun was hot that day, so he said let’s run” because the absolute LAST thing I would do if it was hot and I was worried about melting is go for a jog
I listened to Erika Kirk’s full speech at the memorial, and I want to share a few thoughts that came to me while live streaming the event. This is not political.
First, I should say that I grew up as a Muslim in a Muslim country. I don’t know enough about Christianity to say if what I witnessed is rooted in faith or culture. But what struck me most was how, even though death is heavy and this was by nature a sad occasion, the entire event carried a celebratory spirit that honored life.
That contrast hit me deeply. In Islam, even though we believe that good people go to heaven, the relationship with God is taught through fear. Funerals are overwhelmingly sad, often filled with warnings of the terrifying first night in the grave. Growing up hearing that, and then witnessing people celebrate life, speak of God’s love, and remember someone through the impact he had on others; it felt so refreshing, so positive.
Second, I was profoundly moved by @MrsErikaKirk’s words. I cannot fathom the strength it takes to stand and deliver such a meaningful speech after losing the love of your life. But even more than that, the grace it takes to forgive the very person who destroyed your world. I cannot imagine myself standing on a stage, sending love to those who cheered your husband’s murder, or inviting others to spread God’s love in response because, as she said, “we do not respond to hate with hate.” That is powerful beyond words.
Again, I am ignorant when it comes to Christianity, but if this is what it truly embodies, then I am envious of those who get to experience that feeling.
Me, to Brad: “I’ve decided that in lieu of having a quote wall, I’m just gonna tweet your quotes, and then also maybe we’ll get famous”
Me: “also what I just said should go on @realoverheardla”
Me: ok the zofran is definitely working cause I’m not nauseous now. I think it’s just all the drugs, they weakened my stomach so now I get nauseous for no reason
Brad: *immediately* you ate four servings of cookies
Me: well yeah, I’m just saying… in a general sense
I think I am currently being the MOST disruptive noisy person to ever exist right now and keeping my husband awake with my awful din (I slowly opened a bottle of cuticle oil and accidentally tapped the applicator against the side of the bottle)
Doing hot girl stuff (being extra super nice to the Apple Genius Bar employees because I know that 90% of their job is just tech support for belligerent people who somehow managed to buy a laptop/phone and then apparently have no concept of what a laptop is)
Earlier I told my husband “I think it’s unfair that when a woman in labor screams irrationally at people we’re fine with it, but when a woman with cramps so bad they’re basically mini labor pains gets angry/emotional people get upset about it” and you know what I stand by that