From the black, diamond-studded pre-dawn sky that ushers us to our morning hot tub ritual and first cups of coffee,
to the lava-colored, unbelievable sunsets, and all the chaos and calm we navigate between, this life suits me.
Our fun and failures, tears and laughter, hours of grief and months of bliss. All of it is so good with you.
For all our routines, it seems that no two weeks are alike. Life is moving ever onward, faster and faster sometimes.
I so often feel lost in work and happy exploration, then suddenly panicked for more time, like the park is about to close or the spell about to break. I hate for people to leave a good party.
Then some oak leaves twirl slowly down or I notice a zinnia fading gently, no rush at all, and the buffalo chews his cud. I remember to breathe more deeply, this time choosing to taste the air, sweet and blue, warm and good.
Soaking up the details only returns me to my most natural pace, sun to sun, season to season, just the way it’s supposed to.
I love living this life with you, and I love you.