Missing Someone

Today, I'm missing someone very special to me. I'll let you guess who it is through the pictures.








Merry Christmas Melissa! I love you!

Christmas Cookies !

Every year, my family spends hours cutting out, baking, and frosting cookies. We use my Grandma's recipe, which is the BEST! This year, I decided to invite the Hintz kids over to share in the tradition. Poor little Jakey had to take a nap, but the other three came bounding in full of excitement, and we all had a super fun time! Many memories were made. I love those kids!!!







This last picture is of some of the cookies that Sherlynn and I decorated for an apartment-warming party we were going to! They were personalized and everything!

Prince Amedeo

This is why I might student teach in Belgium:






Prince Amedeo Marie Joseph Carl Pierre Philippe Paola Marcus d'Aviano, Archduke of Austria-Este (Belgium).

gurlz i love

I have been leading the same group of girls every week in a Bible study for the past two years. (Some of them have been with me even longer than that, if you can imagine!) This semester we've been studying Luke, and it's been fantastic! Two weeks ago we had our Christmas party. Everyone brought a snack, we exchanged gifts, and watched The Jesus Film (since it's based on the gospel of Luke). And of course, we just had to take a picture by our living room Christmas tree. Here are the girls I have grown to love. (Minus one. I don't mean I don't love one, but that one girl is missing from the picture!)

TITLES

I love titles.
It's my favorite part of writing papers.
It's the reason I make facebook photo albums.
It's how I pick out a book in the library. (That, and the cover!)
If the title's good, the poem's good.
If the poem ends up being bad, the author should be sued.
I love making up titles of newspaper headlines and books that don't exist.
It's like naming children....which I have never done.

All this to say, this morning, while walking to work, I came up with a title of an unborn poem.

"The Stillness of the Dead"

Doesn't it sound beautifully dark?
Perhaps the poem will be gothic.
Or ironic.
Or pathetic.
Or romantic.
Or all the above.
But really, there doesn't need to be a poem, because the title says it all.





Have no fears, this newly birthed title has nothing to do with my present state of being.
I am alive.
Check back with me after this week.
This week is entitled "Dead Week" by Emporia State University.
That's a bad title.

Christmas Time Is Here

Each year, the number of Dorsch's available to decorate the house for Christmas diminishes. This year there were four: Mom, Dad, Erika, and myself. But it was still a special evening, as this is the last time my parents will be decorating for Christmas in the States. Thankfully, I was so fatigued by the long trip to Branson for Thanksgiving that I was able to detach myself from my emotions!

Enjoy the pics!







Growing up, it was tradition for Melissa to always help Dad with the lights. Erika attempted to be the temporary substitute. She did okay!







Mom put the bow on top!





Aren't they just the cutest parents ever?!





The tree was exceptionally pretty this year----maybe because we switched from colored lights to white lights. Or maybe because Erika and I have beastly decorating skills! Probably both!







Melissa, do you see yourself hanging on the tree?

Oh, how I love the Christmas season!