May 23, 2004 02:44
Here I find myself heading down to our kitchen, and I pass by the room where our computer is kept. I see it still turned on, so I walk in and sit down in front of it. I didn't mean to log online. My intention was only to walk down and get a glass of water. We had been busy as of late in Cannes, and it is lovely to be home again. Home in our bed together, with our children sleeping right down the hall. The house is silent. You are sound asleep, and I find myself venturing to my journal to check the friends and I find this entry you only wrote hours ago while I was getting ready for bed.
Your words make my breath catch in my throat and a slight blush creep over my cheeks. You call me an angel, but I don't know if you know I think of you as mine. Each and every day that I spend with you, those of the last eight years of marriage and those that are yet to come, I feel truly blessed. you are my blessing. I never thought I could find a love like this. A love so grand. I never thought to be loved like this was in my plan, but it is. You understand me even without my speaking a word. A simple word or touch and you know my meaning. This is a love not many find. A love some always yearn for, yet it is ours. It belongs to you and me.
I was listening to the radio the other day and this song began to play and it made me think of us. It is a newer song. I don't even know if you've heard it. It is not an artist that you usually listen to, but it is a known name. I love you so much. You are my heart, my love, my everything.
You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can’t relate
And you’re still here