Bed For Two

 

Bed for two

Just me and you

Hugs and kisses

I'm your Mrs.

Soccer

 

Soccer time in the yard

Even when times are hard

Running, laughing, kicking

Almost over, time keeps ticking.

Two Suns

 

Two suns on the ground

Mom, look what I just found

Two suns looking up

They're prettier than a teacup

When You Walk In

I know it's you just before you turn the doorknob

My heart races ahead of itself in gleeful delight

I jump up from whatever I'm doing

At that point you walk through the door, nothing in the world matters but you

I run into your arms and hold you, wishing you didn't have to leave again so soon

But that's life, and you work hard for us

And no matter how short, those are the brightest sunshines ever

The moments you walk in the door. 

The Little Pear Blossom

 

Once upon a time...

There was this girl who was 12, and she liked to make up stories and play people who did things. One afternoon in spring, she was playing a man and his girlfriend. The man climbed an ornamental pear tree, grabbed this little blossom, and presented it to his girl with the big question. She said yes. 

Sounds kind of crazy that the man would only give her this, but if you know anything about ornamental pear trees, possibly any pear tree, you would know about their sharp, poinky, stabbing little branches. They really poke and can beat up a fellow who climbs into them. That dude (the 12 year-old girl, playing by herself) definitely came down that tree with many scratches and pokes. I think the point of the story was that the many actually went through something difficult to bring cheer to his lady. 

The little girl kept that blossom for many years. She always hoped she'd get a man like that. Someone who'd go through hard things for her. The man in the story could have gone to Wal-mart, picked out a beautiful bouquet, and presented that to his woman. Instead, he found a delicate little pear blossom that gave him trouble. 

The 12 year-old has grown up. She doesn't usually play people anymore. However, she hasn't changed her mind. She didn't know exactly what kind of man she'd get, but she knew she didn't want a wimp. 

She got her wish. She got an amazing man who cares for her more than anything and will go through difficult things for his lady. She's kind of blown away at how much he does for her.

I love you, Jacob. 

Thanks, Girl

Hey! I just wanted to say, thanks, girl, for putting up with me for so long. 

Thanks for somehow enduring my obnoxious kisses and other attacks. Thanks for not being too embarrassed about me when you're friends were around. Actually, thank you for even trying to include me with your friends. Thanks for going outside into the hot summer sun just so I could take that picture of you. Thanks for making hundreds of cookies that always taste better than mine. Thanks for the box brownies, best chicken ever, chocolate chip pancakes and many other delights you have cooked. Thanks for being my sister and loving me even through my most depressing moments. thanks for encouraging me, advising me, and cheering me up. 

You're the best. 

Dude in the Black Jacket

To the dude in the black jacket:

Thank you for making my life a million times better. 

You're my favorite. 

Sometimes I Sort of Miss You

I never thought I would. I longed to be away, far away from you. 

I hated those long, cold winters; the snow that kept coming much too late in the spring; the prison walls of concrete, brick, and glass; the lonely hours up in that room by myself. 

But the crazy thing is that now sometimes I look back and kind of miss it all. 

I miss the smell. I loved the smell of that old house. I miss the people. I had so many friends. I miss the walking every where, the river, the spring that exploded with life after a long, hard winter. I miss the old, creaky stairs, the way the light flooded the bathroom, the strange sounds when I was the only one home, the cold, sharp silhouettes of sky scrapers against a winter sunrise. 

So, I guess I gotta learn to love and appreciate a thing while I have it instead of mourning it's loss when it's too late. 

One Little Candle

I guess I'm just one little candle. 

Sometimes I don't think I'm doin' so well at shining that light. 

I need more of You so I can shine more.

There's a whole lot of dark out there, and I'm just one little candle. 

I don't want to ever give up, no matter how small I may feel. 

Let me shine brighter with each new day.

Never let me be afraid of shining, even if that shining means burning up but never burning out. 

~Your little candle

I Miss You

You know, you're a good friend. 

I'm not sure why you have to leave me every single year, but that's just what you do.

I've learned to live without you. 

Sometimes it's more of just coping, sometimes I learn to be OK. 

It's hard. 

You are my sunshine, as they say. 

You're my one of my best friends, and it's sad when you're not around.

But it's OK. I know you never break your promise. 

I know you'll come back next year. 

But for now...

I miss you, summer.