this journal really serves no purpose save that of letting me love oskar in another way. this way of love consists mostly of descriptions of successive happinesses. whatever joy abram derives from this is subrelated in that oskar loves abram's joy, and i love oskar's loves. earlier oskar took a shower and almost didn't survive, you know when the soap gets really small and it just fades away, that's how it felt. our love is tinged with grace like ben's eyelashes. i haven't told ben this. incidentally leah likes my new outlook on life, which includes A LOT of religion.
mirkoperu: I AM OBSESSED with the picture of the three of us in the hammock
mirkoperu: i think it is the most beautiful i have ever seen in my life