“When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.” -Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close |
Friday, July 29, 2011
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Run Away With Me
Dear Husband,
Lets hide away from the world, just for the day. Lets forget about bills, babies, mothers, work, and what ever else looms over us like a little rain cloud. Lets smell each others skin, taste the fresh tooth paste with in our stolen kisses, giggle until our eyes are watering, watch black and white movies, and eat fresh baked cookies. Today we are pretending to be teenagers. Today we are playing hooky.
love,
your wife
Lets hide away from the world, just for the day. Lets forget about bills, babies, mothers, work, and what ever else looms over us like a little rain cloud. Lets smell each others skin, taste the fresh tooth paste with in our stolen kisses, giggle until our eyes are watering, watch black and white movies, and eat fresh baked cookies. Today we are pretending to be teenagers. Today we are playing hooky.
love,
your wife
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)