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I meant to talk about how gorgeous Hugh Jackman is some entries ago but I erased it and now I feel bad. He actually stopped by my journal to wish me a happy birthday and if that isn't the most adorable thing ever I don't know. Last year I even got some text messages. You guys are insane. I appreciate it so much.
I feel like there's a lot to say in this entry so I don't really know where to start. I'll start with where I am. London, with Jonny. I don't even remember when we decided we're a couple again. It's one of those things that just happens, I guess. I don't love him any less and I don't love him any more than I've pretty much always done. A couple of more months and it will be a decade I've enjoyed his company. And various other bits and pieces. Ten years is like a drop in the ocean, really. Infant to 10 and nothing's changed dramatically. 10 to 20 seems oddly blank considering all the personal tragedies you swore you wouldn't survive. And then I think the following decade is like a lifetime. We shared that and that makes me the luckiest person I know.
This morning he woke me up holding hideous orange flowers but the breakfast made up for it. I feel like I haven't done anything but crying today. I have the most amazing kid in the world. He had drawn me a card and written "mama" on it, patted me on the arm and he's been handing out hugs like there's no tomorrow. Usually he's really stingy with those. This is my little family. I talked to Jamie on the phone for nearly two hours. Not without crying, of course, I don't know what's the matter with me today. His voice is soft, delicate, intense, for a man. I'll never get sick of it. Before dinner Jonny gave me more flower. Lilies this time. Long, white, gorgeous. My favorites.
Then there's really nothing left to say that hasn't been said before. I wouldn't do it again, but I'm glad I did.
I meant to talk about how gorgeous Hugh Jackman is some entries ago but I erased it and now I feel bad. He actually stopped by my journal to wish me a happy birthday and if that isn't the most adorable thing ever I don't know. Last year I even got some text messages. You guys are insane. I appreciate it so much.
I feel like there's a lot to say in this entry so I don't really know where to start. I'll start with where I am. London, with Jonny. I don't even remember when we decided we're a couple again. It's one of those things that just happens, I guess. I don't love him any less and I don't love him any more than I've pretty much always done. A couple of more months and it will be a decade I've enjoyed his company. And various other bits and pieces. Ten years is like a drop in the ocean, really. Infant to 10 and nothing's changed dramatically. 10 to 20 seems oddly blank considering all the personal tragedies you swore you wouldn't survive. And then I think the following decade is like a lifetime. We shared that and that makes me the luckiest person I know.
This morning he woke me up holding hideous orange flowers but the breakfast made up for it. I feel like I haven't done anything but crying today. I have the most amazing kid in the world. He had drawn me a card and written "mama" on it, patted me on the arm and he's been handing out hugs like there's no tomorrow. Usually he's really stingy with those. This is my little family. I talked to Jamie on the phone for nearly two hours. Not without crying, of course, I don't know what's the matter with me today. His voice is soft, delicate, intense, for a man. I'll never get sick of it. Before dinner Jonny gave me more flower. Lilies this time. Long, white, gorgeous. My favorites.
Then there's really nothing left to say that hasn't been said before. I wouldn't do it again, but I'm glad I did.