He whirls me out of the city to see snow untouched, he puts on his coat and mittens and goes out on a Sunday morning to get the eggs, he whispers beautiful things in my ear late at night, and on my mirror, alongside an arrow scrawled in blue dry erase pen, are the words I love this woman. To relax into love is difficult but worth it, I think.

We were walking to the car, backpacks on, when I thought to ask him where we were going for the weekend. It was the kind of trip, and we were the kind of people, in which it wasn't about the destination. He said he wasn't sure-figured we'd drive east, maybe find some hot springs, but did I have any ideas. I'd never been to Utah, and I'd never been ( Read more... )

Have come to the temporary conclusion that, at age 29, my biological clock is indeed ticking. It's just ticking quietly.