Mediocrity.
You took my hand, insisted,
"No, you are alive."

I said that today and it tumbled delightfully through my lips. I like it, and it's perfect.

Your arms, your words, your love.

This past week has been a grand blur of lovely.

June second, Sam's birthday. First stop: a trip to Sticky Fingers Bakery in DC, where I had a red velvet cupcake and a s'mores cupcake, and he had a sticky bun (I typed "sticky fun" and almost didn't realize it) and a PB fudge cupcake. We bought some famous Cowvin cookies, other assorted cookies, ( Read more... )

I'm completely sick of that song and its unfortunate catchiness. I liked it at first! Until I realized I hated it. "'Mazel tov'? What?" <- what broke my stupor. "Oh yeah, I really loathe Fergie."

Also my mom will sing "That's Not My Name" whenever anyone says anything with that cadence. Ugh ( Read more... )

( A week later )

( This week's batshit insanity (Warning: Very long entry) )

Do you KNOW how hard it is to leave you ( Read more... )

I love that yours is the crazy people house with the foresty lawn.

It's still so hard for me to really feel like I believe you're okay with going places and walking around and looking at things. Let alone that you actually might possibly just maybe be having just as much fun.

Just as much fun as I had yesterday at the Museum of Natural History.
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I keep going back to specific moments.

"I really wanted to sing to you for some reason."

Please. Please do.

I am sitting in Sam's room, where I awoke this morning (and last night, and several times in awe ( Read more... )