sweet and low -
you and your heart-shaped saturday morning pancakes will always be my favorite thing.
even almost a year and a half later.
i can’t wait to go on this adventure with you, can’t wait for sunday mornings under a waterfall, can’t wait for friday night movies with your arm around me. i can’t wait to support you and see you grow and love you as you grow this next year and beyond.
we’ve already grown. we’ve been through so much together; life has not been kind, and people even worse. but we’ve proved them all wrong. we’re still here.
the course hasn’t been ideal. it won’t be ideal probably for a little while, actually. but i’ve learned to relearn my perception of “ideal” - life isn’t ideal. the grass isn’t greener in my neighbor’s lawn unless they have taken the time to correctly maintain it. same ideal applies here. everything falls to dysfunction and disorder (entropy) without maintenance. a house cannot be used for twenty years and never have a repair. a car cannot last without a routine oil change. i feel like i am in a world that constantly promotes constantly searching for that “first time” feeling and never allowing something to progress in to a commitment or a long-term experience. first-time feelings are wonderful; i will admit that. however, i wouldn’t give any first-time feeling a chance if it meant that i would lose this experience that i have had. my journey might not be new, but my experience is priceless.
darling, my favorite, my sweet baby - we have so many goals to accomplish and so many things to experience. i know things get hard, but please stick with me. please stay… always. i want to share my life with you. don’t let me know life without you.
(p.s.: helga is asleep in my lap and is attempting to help me type this. i guess she agrees ;])
