Funny what love will make you do. Isn’t that a song? Probably. Probably sung by some wonderfully coifed woman pining over her man. In black and white. Though love never is. Black and white, that is.
The Love-of-My-Life (henceforth to be known as LOML, ‘k?) moved in over Spring break and that was it. Okay, I stopped writing before that seeing as how I was preoccupied with accepting that here was “the one.” I was running away as fast as I could but kept running full circle into my tail. Into the circle of his arms. Sigh.
I’m still trying to figure out how to fit this writing thing in with that working thing in with that love-time thing in with that artsy thing. This entry, in fact, is taking up time while LOML is working late, working his little fingers to the bone, each of which will need to be very, very carefully and individually kissed and preened and…. you get the idea 🙂
We’re off on Tuesday for the great Northwest, some of my favorite territory. With both boys in Portland (well, Zachary’s in Forest Grove- nearby), they decided we should come up there for Thanksgiving. Who am I to argue when my children want to see me and spend time with me?
Now that I’ve gotten past the mental/time block for writing, I may try to slip in some entries I’d planned from over the summer including some from a life-altering journey I took in July. Maybe even some nice photos.
Until then, I hope the love bug is snug in your bed. If not, be patient- it usually bites when you’ve got your back turned.