Snow Days

I deemed snow blog worthy because this is Texas, and I don't think I've seen this much freezing since I was 8.
Anyhow, it's snowed and iced and frozen over and over in the past two weeks. It's like Texas has an annual snow day that only happens in February. But it forgot that February is over.
Don't get me wrong, I really love snow. Just not when it ruins traveling plans almost two weeks in a row. But all's well that ends well. I still got to see Houston, and I'll be heading to Oklahoma to see my sister in her college Spring Sing this weekend.

Now because I'm rather boring right now, have some pictures.


This is my new favorite picture. Peyton and me out for a walk on a snowy morning. Funny how everything seems magical when it's dusted with snow.


Katherine, Peyton, Reagan, and Emelyn running ahead of me to see the world. Because it's a rather different world when it's frozen.
(This doesn't look like a lot of snow, but that was only the start.)


Not a snow picture, but I love it. Adrienne and me reunited after she was at a Stock Show for a few days. We'll never admit it, but we really do miss each other.


Apparently blowing snow everywhere is really fun. You should all try it.


Aaand one last picture. Reagan and me taking a lovely sister-selfie (is that a thing?) in our snow covered front yard.

And that about wraps up this post. Have a lovely weekend. And stay warm. <3

15 Facts You Totally Want to Know About Me

So, I'm officially 15 now. Which isn't very old, but it's older than last week.
Anyhow, I keep ditching my blog, but I really do enjoy blogging, so here's a blog post that makes more sense than most of them do.

Since I'm fifteen now and this is a blog mostly about my life, why not so fifteen random facts about Cameron?
Soooo, here we go.

1: I love the simple things in life. Like glimpses of stars through branches, or little words that mean big things, or random hugs.

2: I'm the third child out of eight. When I was younger that kinda defined me. Like, hello, I'm Cameron and I'm the third out of eight, and that is all there is to me. But now I'm becoming more my own person, and having seven sibling just shows me how unique I am.

3: I consider piggy-back rides to be literally one of the best things ever. Because why wouldn't you love those?

4: Cheesecake is my favorite food. Not just dessert. I mean food. It's the best out of everything.

5: I love hugs, and hugging people.






(Hugging Peyton yesterday. My mom was being mom-ish and taking pictures of things. And I kinda love this.)

6: I've got this weird thing for umbrellas. They're just awkward and adorable and so much fun, and I kinda love them. ALSO! My birthday happens to be on... Dun dun dunnnn: National Umbrella Day. Which made me really happy.

7: I love words so much.

8: Old things make me happy. Like pieces of history. I love museums for that reason. Because things are so old, and they're still here. I don't even have some touching reason I like things like that. They just intrigue me, and amaze me too.

9: Laughing is one of the things I do best.

10: I love making people happy, almost more than anything else.

11: I adore piano music, and playing the piano.

12: I have this not-so-secret desire to play guitar.

13: I want to go on a plane so badly it's not even funny. But I am patient. I can wait. *sneaks away before The Hobbit reference is noticed*

14: I'm kinda a nerd, if you haven't noticed. Or maybe it's a geek? Not quite sure. But I'm in quite a few fandoms.

15: I love life, and adventuring to live it to the fullest extent that I can, and being happy.

So, now you know fifteen more things about me than you did when you started. Or maybe you're a stalker and you already knew all of this. Anyhow, have a great day. Or night. Because it's night. Ta ta for now. Thanks for reading.

Side note: if you look back at that picture, you'll notice a large furry body in the back. It's not Bigfoot. That is a somewhere around five foot tall teddy bear that my loving family got me for my birthday. And as a mature fifteen year old, of course it's not my favorite gift, and I'm so not hugging it as I type this out. That would be ridiculous.

... Then again, I've always been a bit ridiculous.

Living to Love This Year

So if you live on planet Earth, you've probably noticed it's 2015 now. Which means I'll probably still be writing 2012 as the date.

Last year was amazing, long, also incredibly short, a bit awful at some points, and mostly not much different from other years. And that sort of bothers me.
I'm a live-in-the-moment kind of person. I love excitement and joy, and experiencing things that make me want to remember them forever. But how do you live in a moment if you don't let yourself appreciate moments, no matter how small? Well, you really can't. I can't.
I never think back on a week, or a month, or a year, and think Eh, it was good. No, I think in moments. I remember sleepovers and laughter and hot summer nights. I remember the things I enjoyed.

I actually wrote out a New Years Resolutions List this year. And thinking back over it, most of what I want to do this year is enjoy life more. Breath in cold air, enjoy little moments, watch the sunsets, and just love life. Because I've got to live through it, and I'm the one who gets to decide if it'll be miserable or enjoyable and lovely. And when I think about it like that, it's an easy choice.
But wanting to love life doesn't really work out for me, I've discovered. I have to decide love life. Remember to love it.
Wishing I would've taken in more, lived more, and loved more last year isn't going to do anything. But deciding to live life being more alive this year can do something.

This year, I resolve to find some of that, joy and love and more, in every day. Because there is so much to see in this world. So much to love and to wonder over and to enjoy. And what a waste it would be if we never took it in.
I resolve to live to love life this year. I don't want to just have my life, I want to live it. Because no matter how miserable, annoying, and awful this year can become, there will be beauty in every day, every person, and every moment. And I want to see it.

I challenge you, my wee amount of readers, to try and find even a little bit of beauty in each day. Because life is so very much more than we take time to notice.

Merry Christmas

So, while I abandoned my blog, lots of life has happened to me, and my blog turned a year old. Or I guess it just is a year old. I'm not sure if blogs turn years old.
I'll spare you the five hundred paragraph post that would be required to bring my five readers up to date on my quiet, beautiful, hectic little life.

Instead, I'll just leave you knowing that I have never been happier for a Christmas break (High school has not been kind), we've had several bouts of sickness in our family, I've fallen quite in love with Autumn and sunsets and cold air, and basically life, once more, and I find myself running quite behind on Christmas gifts.
Which can basically sum up the last few months, but also doesn't even come close to doing just that.

Instead I'm just going to start from here and now, because I've found that works quite well.

Christmas is almost upon us, and I've gotten most of my gifts sorted out for my numerous siblings. The key word here is most. I still have to get something for Madison, Adrienne, and my mom and dad. Oh yes, and my grandmother. But on the bright side, I have gifts for my five other siblings ready.

I've found that the older I get, the less excited I get about Christmas. And it made me sad, last year being about the first time I realized that I wasn't filled with constant thrills of joy and excitement, and I was sadly aware that I fell asleep rather easily on Christmas Eve.
But maybe, and please bear with the Halmark channel cheesiness here, that's because Christmas is quite a bit more than not being able to sleep on the night before, and the joy of ripping off all that wrapping paper.

Because I've found this year, as keep waiting for myself to be filled with wonderful excitement, that it's just not happening. I'm not, no matter how much I wish to be, ecstatic about the gifts already piling up under the tree.

But there is so much Christmas in the candlelight service my church held last week, where we heard the story of Mary and baby Jesus, and then sang Christmas songs. And it filled me up with something I wasn't sure how to feel at all.

And then tonight, when I spent all day at my best friends house, and me and my older siblings sat together with our friends and watched Scrooge (which I can't honestly say I like watching more than once.), and Annie, and were just laughing and being together. And in a moment of cliche-ness, I looked at their Christmas tree, and the lights from it made the room warm and cozy, and I was just kind of like, "I think this is what Christmas is now."

Because gifts are only exciting for so long, and trees will go back to the garage or attic or wherever, along with the ornaments and lights. But the reason for the season, if I may borrow the overused phrase, will, I feel, linger with me. Because Jesus is gonna stay in my heart forever, and Christmas is finally starting to bring that into sharp relief, and maybe that's what it's all about.
Those Christmas songs, and that laughter and peace, are going to be in my soul for a long, long time.
And that is, I think, what I'm discovering Christmas to be once I stop and think about it.

So, I hope you all find joy this beautiful holiday season, and that your heart loves Christmas as much as mine is starting to.

Merry Christmas.