Saturday, August 11, 2012

Summer Reflections

It's been one of those summers. You know the kind: kick off your sandals and watch shirtless boys run around in the heat, fill water balloons while the cook fire gets hot, fix a Dutch oven dinner in the coals, and finally watch the moonrise kind of summer.

In a word: glorious.

If you've never had a summer like this, I wonder what you could possibly be waiting for.

Time is flying.

And dinner won't save.

8 Years, 51 Weeks

my love Poesy Ring

It's no secret that I loved my engagement ring. Platinum. No gemstone. Engraved with "amor meus," which we always said in reverse: "meus amor."

And it's no secret that I lost the band within a month of our engagement. All I have now this sad, empty box.


My wedding anniversary is one week from today.

This is big news, but not the big news that you might expect. You see, this is the first year that I remembered which day my anniversary actually falls on. Most people assume that men are the ones that habitually forget important dates, but that is not the case in my household.

Here, it's me.

But this year--this year--I am prepared.

I even arranged a gift. And made a back-up gift.  And I promise to post photos of them soon.

But not yet. On the off-chance that my husband stumbles over and reads this post, I will refrain.