Some mornings

concentration escapes me

but for the best of reasons...

 

source

When you breathe

I watch you sleep sometimes. Did you know?

The steady rise & fall of your chest calms me in the way that only you seem able to do these days. You ground me.

Even in your sleep you're a touchpoint for my sanity. A safe little harbour away from the currents that seem to drag me out to sea most days. I smile more with you. Laugh more. Breathe easier. You lift the pressure of the day just by walking in the door.

Just by being there. Just by breathing. Next to me.

Smitten

you know those dates where you talk and talk and talk and almost forget you have food in front of you?

where an hour flies by in a heartbeat?

where you want just one more word...one more glance...one more kiss...one more handmade potato chip dipped in hot cheddar bacon dip?

i just had one of those.

you still surprise me sometimes. in the best of ways.

oh.

Replace Takeout with PF Changs... and that was us.

hah.

Things that make me swoon...

Chocolate chip cookies...warm & still melting from the oven

 pfft. breakfast AND dessert at the same time? destiny.

 Those candied orange slices that no one else seems to like but me. But only on road trips...and only when purchased en route at a truck stop/gas station.

 That moment in a concert when the music swells up and over you like a tidal wave, the the audience roars its approval.

winding unraveled cassette tapes with a No. 2 pencil

 music + book + beach.

THIS is my heaven.

Swinging.

The way the world just sort of topples upside down in that instant when your feet go up over your head and  you're sure that you're going to either fall or fly...

The soft, worn-down nap of a cotton picnic blanket under your fingers while the sun warms the top of your head...

Disney.

And if you know anything about me, you know why.

Missing You

I miss couch time and root beer floats and movie nights and hour-long showers and soft touchies and breakfast sandwiches. I miss your smile and your laugh and your stupid Phil Collins ring tone. I miss stealing the covers knowing you won't mind because your core body temp is about a thousand degrees. I miss your fish. I miss wandering around premium aquatics and giggling at Phineas & Ferb episodes even if the kids aren't around on a Saturday afternoon. I miss Little Ceasers Hot & Readies & Crazy Bread on the couch. I even miss listening to your talk radio stations while in the truck on the way to dinner or out to meet friends.
Hurry back.
I miss you.

Stupid Afghanistan.