December 5, 2011

.My Happy Place.



Full of light. Full of fresh faces and late showers. Full of tiny fingers and toes and wet kisses. Full of crisp air and clear skies. Full of "I love you's." Full of grateful words. Full of discovery. Full of knowing smiles. Full of possibilities. Full of warmth and giving. Full of sacrifice and compromise. Full of plans. Full of the wholesome, innocent good. Full of dinners by candlelight. Full of surprises and laughs till you cry. Full of encouragement. Full of grace beyond understanding. Full of open deadlines.  Full of handholding and stolen kisses.  Full of trying to cram 35 hours of living into 24. Full of those with wisdom. Full of mid-twenties' anxieties. Full of research, studying, observing. Full of playing and reading. Full of parallel learning.  Full of color. Full of correspondence. Full of challenges. Full of heart-shattering, unconditional love.

My happy place is full of "us" and not "me."
There is no other way I'd ever wish it.