February 2012
January 2012
Give me increase and progress in grace so that...
“You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many...”
– Pan’s Labyrinth, El Laberinto del Fauno (via sheistemporary)
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
December 2011
Dear Charlie,
I love you. I need you more today than yesterday. I am glad you are in my life. You make me smile inside, you are amazing, and you’re always on my mind. From my heart to yours I want to say . . .
Here’s to us, to all that has been and all that hasn’t. Here’s to the past and to the future, but most of all heres’ to the present - I’m glad we’re sharing it together.
I have the warmth of the...
"You can't become old and wise without being young...
Living it up. Just booked our Spring Break trip to Vegas.
