More than I even understand…

We’ve been over my deep-rooted emotional attachment to music. Countless times. With little fanfare, Andy Grammer released a new single today. I’ll admit it… I fucking cried. (Just a little bit.) I kind of wish I was kidding. And then I paid attention to the lyrics and further cemented AG’s high-ranking place on my list of very favorite music makers. I was listening to this when Bob got home from work. He took one look… Keep reading…More than I even understand…

Sweeter than sour…

Saturday on our way home, we picked up dinner and took time to sit down and eat before we unpacked the car. Things trailed from the living room up the stairs to the bedroom. We changed into pajamas and took a nap. When we woke up, we slothed our way to the loft and turned on our computers for the first time since shutting them down six days before. I scrolled to the bottom of… Keep reading…Sweeter than sour…

What are you doing for the rest of your life?

I always feel the need to commemorate anniversaries with essays waxing poetic about years gone by. Then I start writing and it takes off in an entirely different direction that I never intended and I end up scrapping the whole thing. Three years ago today Bob and I got married. He is my best friend. He is my saving grace. I love him more than I ever thought it was possible to love another human… Keep reading…What are you doing for the rest of your life?

Can you hear when we call…

I feel completely unprepared for this trip. I have little over 48 hours to get it all figured out. And here I sit, in bed with my computer. HEY, I’ve been doing laundry all day. I’m not completely unproductive here. Yesterday morning I was sitting at my desk when Bob walked into the loft for his morning pre-work intarwebz perusal. He sat down in his chair, logged into his computer, and leaned over, peering at… Keep reading…Can you hear when we call…