All Right

When a few people asked me why I don't blog anymore, I really didn't have an answer ready. I guess in hindsight I can admit what I wasn't able to at the time: I was incredibly unhappy. Some people do their best writing when sad or distressed, but not this girl. The words just don't come.

I'm finally at a place where I'm starting to feel confident and at ease again in my own shoes. I'm not as on edge, wondering when someone is going to walk in and rip the rug right out from under my feet. Welcome back to solid ground.

It took much, much longer than I anticipated to get here, and I also think it meant waiting for the right person to come into my life. And whoever said you need to hit rock bottom before being able to fully appreciate the top was really onto something. I know there's no map, no promises, no guarantees, but I think I just might have found something incredibly precious. And I'm happy.

and I see you

It comes down to this:

without you, nothing else makes any sense

02/02/2002

yours

Ovaltine

elated

our love is even better than chocolate

happy second anniversary to us

love notes

I have the best husband.  Here's the lunch bag he left for me in the fridge this morning.  I just had to take a picture!  I'm trudging through midterms and eleven hours of class each day this week, and he finds a way to keep me smiling.  :)

April 14, 2007

Day of my heart.

mmmmm wedding cake

with him beside me, no matter which way i turn, i face the sun

i can't explain :)

tonight, a poem


Watch

If I were a wristwatch
Gliding up and down your arm
with each movement,
Your gentle skin grazing my metal surface,
I'd beat for you each day
Calm, but never at rest.

Your fingers would circle my band
as you lift me from the bureau each morning
To reunite yourself,
Carefully wrap around your skin
And fasten my binding clasps,
Slide me slowly down to my Niche
just above your wrist.

Your eyes would meet my face twenty-
thirty times a day,
Staring often beyond, through to my interior,
Brown orbs following my graceful hands,
Steady as your pulse deep
Beneath your skin.
Reaching out from my center, each second pointing
To another part of you.

To be your wristwatch-
First touched in the morning
And last looked upon at night.