i carry your heart with me
(i carry it in my heart)

i am never without it
(anywhere i go you go,my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)

i want no world
(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing
is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart
(i carry it in my heart)
~ee cummings

more spc dips

last weekend my husband went upstairs to take a shower and came back downstairs with a stache. now, don't get me wrong, i love me some facial hair... but a mustache? that's a caterpiller of the mouth in my opinion. it's no stretch of the truth to say that i refused to kiss him until it was shaved (2 days later). now with a new goatee growing in i wish him the happiest of birthdays. 33 years he's lived on this earth, and i've only known him for about 9 of those years.

.:i'm grateful for the man i married, how we've grown and changed together, and how he stands as the voice of reason in my times of insanity.

.:i'm grateful for his support in my artistic endeavors, sacrificing his own time and money in order to give me the gift of allowing my talents to blossom.

.:i'm grateful for his keen mind and intellect; that he's a constant seeker of light and truth; that he encourages me to never settle for mediocrity.

.:i'm grateful for his enduring love as the father to our children. how when he comes home from work, he is h.o.m.e., present, and ready for tickle fights or art projects or math lessons.

.:i'm grateful for him, all of him.

his work world:

her work world:

when the hubs and i got hitched i think it was to the surprise of many.

we simply have nothing in common:

he likes reggae

i like angry chick music

he's a thinker

i am a talker

he draws in auto-cad

i draw in paint

he rattles numbers in his sleep

and i don't sleep.

but when it comes down to it,

none of this stuff matters.

when you're with the one you love

you find commonality.

you create your own world together.

i think ours has polka dots.

for more views into his world and mine, check my flickr.

new year's resolution of the hubs from 2008:

happy anniversary husband of mine

chocolate noir
creme brulee

my gift to us: FINALLY (starting and) finishing our wedding album

i love you boy.