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She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?


Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via petitedino)

 

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saveme-amazeme:

Woke up in the middle of the night to hide easter eggs around the apartment and set out a basket full of goodies to surprise my husband. Such joy it brought me to watch him scurry around in his boxer briefs and socks for 20 minutes, chowing down on chocolate with a big grin on his face looking for all of the eggs.

We never grow up kids.







high-and-lonesome-sound:

his pledge to her:
I will kill the spiders. I will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. I won’t ever pop my collar. I will never be rude to your tummy- when I hear it growl and gurgle, I promise to bend down and reply respectfully. I will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. I will kiss the papercuts and the door-slammed finger and the counter-bumped hip. I’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. I will be the big spoon. I will let you win at wrestling, sometimes. other times I will not. I will go faster, harder. I will pull when you want and tease you when you don’t. I will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule. just whenever I want to. whenever I think you need one. or seven. I will check your tire pressure and remind you to take your car in. I will hold your hand. I will love you.  I will love you. I will love you.