Quiet

 

Sitting here with my baby girl in the morning quiet, her little voice speaking a language I don't know. Soft golden sun flowing through windows. I'm sick but at peace.

Peace

 

With some Gaelic and other relaxing music playing quietly in the background, I sit and type and think and show and tell. It's peacefull. The house dark and calm, the sleeping people upstairs, the sense of peace and quiet. I guess you take that for granted when you have it all the time. I grew up in such a calm, quiet place. These people live in such a calm, quiet place. But we live in one of the loudest neighborhoods I've lived in, or maybe I just forgot what Minneapolis was like. I miss the peace, and I'm thankful for this moment of rest from the loud city. 

I Already Miss You,

Summer

What are You Thinking About?

We ask each other that a lot. I think it shows we care about the other. We want to know if the other is ok, if they're struggling or anything. We also want to get to know each other better, to know what kind of things the other thinks about often. That simple question can lead to all sorts of conversations. I like to know what's in your head. 

Little Brick House

I'm glad we found you, and I look forward to the many good times we'll have here.