bunny masks. guacamole. easter cake. red wine. cook like a man. colored eggs. lake placid. holiday house. bungalows and gas signs. blue sky. pretty skirt. green grass. banana shirt. napping baby in the shade. soft breeze. picked blackberries. bougainvilleas. dusty weeds. long shadows. sweet sangria. vintage shoes. ripped jeans. late night. hugs and love and hummus. easter morning. happy baskets. sunday drive. windows down. vintage dress. zombie jesus. babe in pool. flower candy. green beans. no diapers. boxes of blankets. easter dinner. family photos. crown of thorns.
Yesterday was perfect….it was everything I could have wanted. B and I were festive and sent Alex lots of pictures and messages and I know they made him happy. I hung up the painting I made for him so that it would be the first thing he saw when he walked in the front door. He ambushed me with the world’s biggest balloon and a floating rose. We had a photo shoot in our living room and popped a bottle of champagne and threw rose petals everywhere (and Stella tried to eat them). B was a happy baby and we had a dance party while Alex cooked up a gourmet dinner. Then B went to bed and we stayed up watching a movie wand laughing at pictures. I’ve already got big plans for next year.
“The greatest thing we’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return”
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Alex, I love you. Every little part of me loves you. My toes love you, my ears love you, my fingers love you…my hair, my knees, my nose all love you. My eyes adore you, my heart needs you. I love your laugh, your smile. I love the way you hug me, the strength in your arms. I love your hands, the way they hold mine. I love your voice, the way you say my name. I love you madly. I love you unconditionally. I love you spontaneously. I love you quietly. I love you happily. I love you without question. I loved you then and I love you now. I will always love you. Always.
On New Year’s we dropped B off at the grandparent’s. I cried. Our friends were in town and we went to a party. We got dressed up and we bought champagne….champagne and rum. I kept finding myself digging for my phone to look at pictures of B during the night. He was fine… he never even noticed we were gone. We had our first strictly adult night since he was born and we cuddled in the same bed and I got lots of kisses all night long. We’re parents now, but we’re still husband and wife…we still need to have time for ourselves so we don’t wake up one day and ask ourselves what happened, how the spark died. The spark is still there and smoldering…and we plan to keep it that way.
lace stockings and glittery heels. stars and fur and long, long hair.
kisses and champagne.
rum and christmas lights.
fancy ties and fancy jackets.
Beloved’s photo shoot before he fell asleep on the couch. He stared at me and snapped pictures one after the other, never holding the camera still.
Fur coat: $8 – Goodwill
Dress: $4 – Goodwill. It’s actually a skirt.
Lace stockings: Forever 21
Glitter heels: $7 – vintage Payless
Beloved’s outfit was from Goodwill too. And god was he handsome.
Thursday: I was Pocahontas. We cooked a lot. A lot of honor was defended. We looked at Beloved’s old baby clothes. Brigsby is going to be a vintage demi-god. No one stole Emmett’s turkey. Dinner was funny. It always is. The boys came over and brought the new puppy. Marley. She loves me.
Friday: Apple pie for breakfast, egg nog for lunch. We decorated for Christmas. I learned how to hang wallpaper. We went to Sheehan’s for dinner and caught up on all of the Weeds episodes he’s been saving for us. I wondered how many people got trampled to death for cheap toasters. My back spasms made me cranky.
Saturday: We went to the condo. We watched football and napped all day with the balcony doors opened up to the beach. I wore Husband’s sweatpants. Megan jinxed Alex and Sheehan interpreted his sign language. We went to the Red Lion Pub for bar food and man games. I didn’t wear Husband’s sweat pants. I drove the truck.
Sunday: Made a candy cane forest out front. Husband played football and didn’t come home limping. We went to a cookout. Jack Jack was there and she hugged me…twice. Everyone loves the pregnant girl. Battlestar Galactica and back massages sufficed for our Sunday night date. I realized I hadn’t touched my camera in 4 days. I fell asleep at 8:30 wondering when I’m going to break that habit.
