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5 Dec

eyes-1I lie in bed kissing the back of his shoulders. “My very own man”, I think to myself. Touching him as much as I can without waking him before sneaking out of bed. I know if I stay I will deprive him of the last bit of morning sleep. I watch a show, check the time, then crawl back into bed. This time with the intention of waking him. More soft kisses. His body smells are pungent but only pull me closer. A reminder that nature; biology know us better than we know ourselves. I was coded to feel this way about him. Not only written in the stars but in the cellular universe of my body. He coos. His lashes flutter. He looks at me, only one eye exposed, the rest of his face masked by blankets and pillows we have named. He smiles. Good Morning.

I Love Hearts

5 Feb


Garland Hearts in Amsterdam


Heart in a Window in Bordeaux


Sand Heart in San Diego


Heart in my Beer, Austin


Heart in the sky, San Diego


Heart on a Dumpster, Austin


Pate Heart, Toulouse

Pate Heart, Toulouse

12 Dec

“It’s not I have fatigue but I AM fatigued. Je suis fatigue.”
I had forgotten how hard French was. I already can’t sleep. Worried about getting packed and everything done.
“Just think honey, in three days…”
“NO! Not in three days! In six!”
“Well, in three days we won’t be in our house for a while.”
Ugh, thanks, minus three days from when I was planning on panicking.

I am more than excited over this trip. It has been a while since I have gushed about my husband but he is…I actually feel guilty most days for what I have. He is absolutely dreamy. Even when he is annoying he is pretty great. Something that is fairly recent for us to talk about is how we came together. I mean, what was going on in our separate lives.
We were both falling. And I don’t believe one person can “save” another speaking so, but we definitely caught each other on our ways down. Ever see those parachuters? The real pros that meet in free fall and lock arms? That was us. Suddenly the force of the ground creeping up seemed to slow. We landed safely, still in each others arms.
“Dans les bras.” he says holding me in a solid spoon after a good session
“Oui. Je me sens tranquil dans tes bras. Je t’aime mon chéri.”
I had forgotten how much I love French.


27 Dec

“Alright baby, are you ready to live?”
He tries to hand me something but I’m too busy writing.
“You first.”
This after our Saturday morning ritual of Tito’s Bloody Marys, Migas and Huevos Rancheros. After days of reminding each other of how much money we need to save for our Costa Rica trip, a $60 brunch leads to a trip to the liquor store.