-I love my husband, the 35 year-old, the old man and the small child versions of him. The way he scrunches his eyebrows and shoulders when he dances and the way he cozies up as only an 8 year-old can do. His knowledge of decadent culinary delights; the way he places them lightly in his mouth, tastes, considers, chews deliberately swallows and then immediately goes in for another bite.
-The dichotomy of relaxing; having a luxurious celebratory time opening gateways to the sad wells in each of us. Laughing and Crying in the same breath.
-Leaning back into old family history while creating new habits to enrich our futures together.
-Knowing that the same little being can make you exhausted/restless/frustrated at one moment and in the next she can kiss you with insurmountable joy and peace in your heart.
-I love the skirts and bare legs of summer just as much as I love the hats-scarves-mitten of winter.
-Feeling completely open and closed in the same breath.
-Having Peace and missing the Suffering.
-Awake & Sleepy.
You sound exquisitely alive right now.
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