grandparents, christmas, changes, and beauty. (all the same)
the most beautiful thing i've seen in about six days was the light from the sunset breaking through the frozen treetops today as i drove home from my grandparents' house.
the song 'i saw mommy kissing santa claus' was seriously emotionally scarring to me as a child. i remember when i was about six, i discovered the actual meaning of the song and thought to myself, "that's kind of fucked up. kids think mom's cheating on dad until they realize that santa claus is just a big fucking lie in the first place." i was a bizarre child.
i find it hard to picture my grandparents as anything aside from grandparental figures, but today i found a poem that my grandmother gave my grandfather years and years ago. he had it framed over his desk, and it made me realize that even grandparents fell in love at one point. here it is:
i love you
not only for what
you have made of yourself,
but for what
you are making of me.
i love you
because you have done
more than any creed
to make me happy.
you have done it
without a word,
without a touch,
without a sign.
you have done it
just by being yourself.
after all
perhaps that is what
love is.
hug your grandparents extra hard next time you see them.
i just found out that russ isn't coming back to school next semester. my world is rocked in a negative fashion.
i think i'm going to put my short story drugs on here at some point, if anybody feels like reading it. merry christmas.
the song 'i saw mommy kissing santa claus' was seriously emotionally scarring to me as a child. i remember when i was about six, i discovered the actual meaning of the song and thought to myself, "that's kind of fucked up. kids think mom's cheating on dad until they realize that santa claus is just a big fucking lie in the first place." i was a bizarre child.
i find it hard to picture my grandparents as anything aside from grandparental figures, but today i found a poem that my grandmother gave my grandfather years and years ago. he had it framed over his desk, and it made me realize that even grandparents fell in love at one point. here it is:
i love you
not only for what
you have made of yourself,
but for what
you are making of me.
i love you
because you have done
more than any creed
to make me happy.
you have done it
without a word,
without a touch,
without a sign.
you have done it
just by being yourself.
after all
perhaps that is what
love is.
hug your grandparents extra hard next time you see them.
i just found out that russ isn't coming back to school next semester. my world is rocked in a negative fashion.
i think i'm going to put my short story drugs on here at some point, if anybody feels like reading it. merry christmas.