Three

May 27th, 2009

anniversary

Happy anniversary, my love.

These past three years have flown by and seen great changes for us. They’ve been bountiful, beautiful, full.

I am blessed to be your friend, your partner, your wife. To have you to confide in, to hold me when I need good comforting (and also just because). To go on adventures with, to raise our lovely daughter with, to lay my hand within yours.

I am honored to build this life with you. To walk by your side through everything, always. You make me whole.

My darling, “You are exquisite!!”

Forever and ever,

I’m Yours.

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Easter Goose

April 12th, 2009

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Hope you’ve had a wonderful Easter Sunday spent with the ones you love.

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Oceanic

April 1st, 2009

I sat at our battered white dining table doing work tonight. I turned on some calming melodies to push the guilt-ridden thoughts out of my head & help me focus on the paper tasks before me.

Naturally, I leaned on him.

As he finished up, I wandered to her, my other favorite songbird, always on standby.

Now I seem to have developed a pounding knot in my chest, a brawny feeling of yearn. My ears are panting to hear the ocean, my legs itching to stroll me through breezy streets, my lips pining for a beach-stand coffee beverage, toes fancying to feel sand beneath, between them.

My mind wanders back to the summer almost four years ago. Me & Ant, two of our best friends, just having clocked out on a balmy afternoon. Feeling spontaneous & carefree. Taking nothing with us, just our music craving bodies riding through the desert on Highway 8.

After her album release show, we packed ourselves back into the car. Tired bodies but wild minds, feeling very much alive. Feeling very much alive until we hit the second hour of our journey home. Adrenaline slowly faded & our eyes went heavy. We were welcomed home by the sunrise. We didn’t even stop home, but went straight back to our collegiate jobs, clocking in again as if the night before had just been an ordinary evening.

Like it was secret.

A tantalizing secret.

I yearn to do something like that again. To be spontaneous & just decide on a whim that we’ll take nothing & go.

“I’ll look into hotels in the morning…” he says.

Not spontaneous, but somehow just as satisfying.

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