Monday, April 11, 2011


To those of you who are married or committed to another, this is a post you may enjoy.
I started thinking about when I fell in love with my husband and I came to the conclusion that when I met him my heart was half empty, that in fact... it had never been full.
Inserted into my heart, puzzle piece by puzzle piece, were missing parts, my husband filled up the empty space. He made me laugh when I was feeling down, he questioned my intentions when I was withdrawn, he helped me explain myself to him when even I had no explanation.  We spent years as a couple before we married, although I knew in my heart he would be the one, before we made that leap. I can conjure up the first time I felt as though I was floating, high as a kite on my love for him, lying side by side opposite ways, listening to music in Arizona, amazed that I could feel this way perfectly sober. I remember, how I didn't trust myself to speak the first time he said "I love you", for fear I would wake up.  How he held my hand as I went through the pain of giving birth to our first child, and the second, and how by the third, he went to get coffee, came back just in time to hold my hand as Atticus was being born, and after the cord was cut, him saying "Hey, my coffee is still hot!".
Through all the little and big things that have made up our lives so far, I have learned from him, adored him, worshiped him, he was the first MAN I ever dated.  It is so easy to forget to tell this person how much they mean to you, caught up in the daily business of living.  Remember the first flutter you felt, the first deep river you were pulled into, how they have held you up or grounded you. I feel so lucky to miss him when he's gone for even a day, too always want his arms around me and when he looks into my eyes, I still get weak. I'm so lucky. Here are a few of my favorite photos of him!

Monday, April 4, 2011


 It's that wonderful time of year in Texas when the wildflowers begin to bloom all over the roadside and empty fields. Bluebonnets, Texas paintbrushes, Indian blanket, Greenthread, Winecup and Primrose... so pretty, unlike anywhere else I have lived. I really loved this time of year growing up and I'm happy to experience it once again, even the air at night has a memorable scent. The bees are just coming round, buzzing like drunkards on nectar. Time to start dancing, eat some ice cream or enjoy a cold beer outside while the boys jump on the trampoline. Texas sure can be sweet sometimes.