the only thing i have to say...

is i love her. i appreciate her and everything she does for jack and i. (period) if you can't apperciate that then you don't deserve her.

Dog-gone

After the loss of Rufus. I've decided I want an Aussie dog...
Upon return, the little guy ran up to me like a full-on barrel of fur.
He was so damn cute.
I'll convince her, I will. *wink*

He'll be ours, from the beginning.

Today's conversation.

-Gummy Bears and Pathophysiology.

-KFC and Lesbians.

-Coon dogs and Quiet Homes.

-Sarah and Condoms.

Finally...(this is a good one)

-Sarah and Analogies.

Some things just don't make sense...

Sparkly Blues

As I rolled over this morning I didn't see my sparkly blues. I could spend hours staring into those eyes, today I watched her rest. I'm usually up before her and usually down before her.

Today I laid next to her and smiled.

Watching from afar...

With matching clothes, she takes him to the park and plays whatever he wants because it is his 'special day,' I am told. She makes it his special day. She places this little 4 1/2 year old on a pedestal and they love it.

She takes the role as mother when I'm not around. I haven't been around. I watch from afar. I watch her take him by the hand to witness a fire truck. Jack loves fire trucks. I watch them light up. She loves him. He loves her. I love them.

I'll be kneeling down beside them in matching clothes, soon!

Treasurable Lunch Beauty

I feel as though I've been pushed to my limit. I feel as though my brain has been exposed to the cold air and it's in shock from hypothermia. Tuesday evening was my breaking point, yep, I cried. What the hell am I doing? Why am I torturing myself? Why am I torturing my family?

Soaked by the shower and my tears she eases my frustrations..."every thing's going to be FINE, you (we) made the right decision."

Not only does she support me with her words, her actions are amazing. She wakes up at the butt-crack of dawn, makes my lunch, drives me to my bus stop and kisses me goodbye.

When lunchtime finally rolls around, I'm always surprised by the goodness she provides me in my lunch tote. You're thinking food right? Nope. I get a piece of her...a note, written just for ME.

Now, I'm not one to share my little treasures. Just know, only her and I get it...that's okay. And it's beautiful, just like her. They're always beautiful. You are my beauty.

Thank you with a kiss on top.

Don't Vote

little fu**ers!

For the last 3 days I've been saying, "shoo fly, don't bother me." I've been kind with my words, but they don't listen, which makes me think they don't have ears or they are intentional with their annoyance.

I recently bought a fly swatter clearly to rid our home of these little fu**ers. Not only are these thieving little fu**ers out to land my body they are very intentional about landing my food, as well.

Now, I know my skin is luscious and my food is scrumptious but I clearly remember not sending them an invitation. If one so happened to land in their mailbox they didn't r.s.v.p. Hmpffff!

Just when I think I've conquered the greatest feat of my day, they reappear in my bathroom, bedroom and my kitchen in PACKS. It's like they're a gang out for blood..."well, ya know what viscous little fu**ers, you're mess'n with the wrong blood! I WILL defeat YOU!!!"
DEAD! Muehahahaha!

cross-eyed

There is a path given by well defined boundaries but there's also an unknown-undefined-blurred path. Both leading to the destination...

Days are ticking by and uncertainties are playing on my insecurities.

"You Had Time"

WE made a new discovery. Attending a concert this weekend has baffled my mind. We prepped ourselves for all the possibilities that could occur by returning to Denver to watch a concert. 'She' advised us not to attend as we were too raw. We went against her advise. We dressed in our armor and headed north to discover a new Denver. We were not prepped for what we returned with...our story, sang by the prolific Ani. The lyrics streamed down our faces in the form of tears.





This is one more layer to our foundation...