He had me at the hi-tech security measures to verify the fun pass number.
This is the sweetest, most imaginative little boy.
Also? Fun pass = best deal on earth. Who’s not buying the fun pass?
We’ve had a rough weekend. I’m so annoying and he’s so annoying and we can both be not so nice. Time to move beyond our shitty attitudes and watch Sunday night tv. We are still lovely together.
grocery shopping with my handsome. organizing the new kitchen. ran two miles around the neighborhood. showered. pajamas. diced and sliced veggies. ate healthy. peeled tangerines. nestled into couch. all between 5 and 8.
we ate sweet fried chicken and waffle sandwiches just as the sun started to move deeply to the west. we listened to each others stories of the day and enthusiastically breathed in the fresh smell of jasmine.
we opened all the windows in the house and laid in bed, grateful for each other and the soft, cool breeze.
i left you to nap and i ran to the sweet serenade of mr tom petty. i passed all the sunday night barbecues and last minute games of catch and dog walkers of plenty. i reminded myself to stay present with my thoughts and appreciate everything i was seeing.
Now i’m in our clawfoot tub soaking to the pleasant sound of crickets and your soft snore.
i can’t believe how lovely life has gotten. we are so wonderful together. I love you, my handsome.
I love when you get drunk and do math.
"We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world."
When it rains, it truly does pour. I’m drenched.
i’m finally home.
sunday night soak.
You sit at your desk and talk in a Boston accent to yourself while you work. I just keep falling in love with you over and over again.