sometimes things get out of order. the not-exactly-vital somehow seems life-necessary, and the only “thing” that matters seems mundane. deceptively, deadlines and external gratification become front-burner and real relationship gets lost. and then sometimes, you do hard things. …
over the last year i’ve noticed that the more i fail to put “first things, first,” the less actually gets done. it goes something like this: stay up late trying to “get stuff done.” get hungry so late, eat…
i always said he makes me feel “little and cute.” when he’s gone a few days without shaving, he’s scratchy on my cheeks when he kisses me good morning. when he’s at peace in life, he makes me giggle…