my love. Still, wonderful and exciting. I got to see you earlier in the week and you got to meet mom again. Yea! I am anxious for you to meet everyone of my family. We shared much more!
Also, your week had its highlights and pitfalls. While you had a zoo day with Zach, you also are dreadfully tired. You ask me for hugs, love, holding, sharing. For you -- all! I shall ensure that you are well rested and feel loved as you are!
You had your first surprise phone call, and thankfully none-too scary. You have to battle your feelings, a battle I try to help you win.
I want you to remember that I love you with every step and every breath! I love you much dear one true love!
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Movie
Showtimes for Nights in Rodanthe
| Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday |
| 9/21 | 9/22 | 9/23 | 9/24 | 9/25 | 9/26 | 9/27 |
| OPENING DAY (5:00) 7:00 9:00 | (2:45) 5:00 7:00 9:00 | |||||
| 9/28 | 9/29 | 9/30 | 10/1 | 10/2 | 10/3 | 10/4 |
| (2:45) 5:00 7:00 | (5:00) 7:00 | (5:00) 7:00 | (5:00) 7:00 | (5:00) 7:00 | (5:00) 7:00 9:00 | (2:45) 5:00 7:00 9:00 |
| ( ) = matinee | ||||||
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
you're happy
You have your apartment and your life has started. Here, your natural goodness is shining through. You broadly and proudly smile. You are who you want to be.
For special measure, you wiggle your bum.
For special measure, you wiggle your bum.
This shot shows ... all paths before me lead to you.
Monday, September 15, 2008
What a magical day!
I helped my love move a few things into her apartment today. I got another chance to meet her dad. She is like him in so many ways. He's "quite a character" as is she. Tawnya, my love ... you are finally showing me who you are -- more so. I must say that I like it! You are happy with what you have done. You are happy with new possibilities, opportunities, joy. You are growing into who you will be and I am a joyful witness.
We watched a movie together, your kind of movie that I didn't have to, "painfully sit through", for it's message of escaping captivity was well spelt out as was the theory of getting what you seek. You move me. The movie wetted my eyes, but you my love provoke my mind, heart, soul.
I am deeply honored that you have found me, we have found each other. You are worthy of my praise. I hardly feel worthy of your true love.
You have given rise to a notion ... your young daughter knows that there is "some guy" with my name who is a "person of interest" to you. More than being happy for your and her change of venue, she apparently is happy to know you are interested in someone else.
I know that all of your children should look out for you, for themselves and be extra cautious in meeting me. I am not someone that know and quite frankly I would completely understand if they did not trust me or feel compelled to regard me as much. I accept that challenge and seek to remind them that they are your children and I wish to be part of your and their lives. They are your first love, your father, then me. Still, I make the list.
Yes, I shall seek their approval. I don't think they need a lackluster man in their lives right now. You don't need one. May I become that dynamic and wonderful for you, for your kids, your family.
For you.
You, as I know, includes your children, your folks. Your father especially.
I love you. May I be worthy of my post as your love too.
We watched a movie together, your kind of movie that I didn't have to, "painfully sit through", for it's message of escaping captivity was well spelt out as was the theory of getting what you seek. You move me. The movie wetted my eyes, but you my love provoke my mind, heart, soul.
I am deeply honored that you have found me, we have found each other. You are worthy of my praise. I hardly feel worthy of your true love.
You have given rise to a notion ... your young daughter knows that there is "some guy" with my name who is a "person of interest" to you. More than being happy for your and her change of venue, she apparently is happy to know you are interested in someone else.
I know that all of your children should look out for you, for themselves and be extra cautious in meeting me. I am not someone that know and quite frankly I would completely understand if they did not trust me or feel compelled to regard me as much. I accept that challenge and seek to remind them that they are your children and I wish to be part of your and their lives. They are your first love, your father, then me. Still, I make the list.
Yes, I shall seek their approval. I don't think they need a lackluster man in their lives right now. You don't need one. May I become that dynamic and wonderful for you, for your kids, your family.
For you.
You, as I know, includes your children, your folks. Your father especially.
I love you. May I be worthy of my post as your love too.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Our special day!
It feels so long ago. I miss holding you and touching you ... holding your hand, seeing your eyes twinkle, your beautiful natural smile. I will certainly wait, but I don't like waiting. I want us right now! You are my love. I have never had anyone love me as you love me. Despite it all ... you love me. You honor me with your friendship and your love.We make love with our bodies, but our hearts are always making love.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
I feel guilty
I love you very much, so very much, and I have written lately so little of my love for you. I am sorry, and I feel that I am lacking in this area. My week has been a little rough with some long-hours spent with many time-consuming projects including just reading and going through systems for applications and other things.
Still, I feel guilty not putting more here explaining my love for you. I do love you, think of you all the time and miss out this many hours and days we are not together. I think of you and sometimes grow quite sad . . . we are a mystery to many people, together yet not. I reconcile this with the notion that we will soon be together. This, and this alone, keeps me going. While I enjoy what we have, I do want more.
I love you and miss you when we are apart. I actually quite dislike and hate that we are so far and our circumstances necessitate our separation. I curse the irony and sardonic call of the love bird, with mate, we are relegated to imagine only. Well, imagine I do. I dream and can focus on you, feeling when you are sad, hearing when you are glad. I can't rightfully type that I touch you, but rather you touch me -- I can sense what you are experiencing.
I can sometimes feel your pain, even if we are not talking, texting, or typing. You have made a connection with me, and with concentration I can better connect with you. I only hope that I have made such a finite, complete connection to you that you feel.
We are connected, still I long for a tangible connection that lasts for our lives, not just minutes or hours sporadically throughout the year. That is hell on us both.
Still, I feel guilty not putting more here explaining my love for you. I do love you, think of you all the time and miss out this many hours and days we are not together. I think of you and sometimes grow quite sad . . . we are a mystery to many people, together yet not. I reconcile this with the notion that we will soon be together. This, and this alone, keeps me going. While I enjoy what we have, I do want more.
I love you and miss you when we are apart. I actually quite dislike and hate that we are so far and our circumstances necessitate our separation. I curse the irony and sardonic call of the love bird, with mate, we are relegated to imagine only. Well, imagine I do. I dream and can focus on you, feeling when you are sad, hearing when you are glad. I can't rightfully type that I touch you, but rather you touch me -- I can sense what you are experiencing.
I can sometimes feel your pain, even if we are not talking, texting, or typing. You have made a connection with me, and with concentration I can better connect with you. I only hope that I have made such a finite, complete connection to you that you feel.
We are connected, still I long for a tangible connection that lasts for our lives, not just minutes or hours sporadically throughout the year. That is hell on us both.
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