I mean it this time. I need a photo/journal and I want to document my life. I don't have the memory for it, and no one else is going to do it for me. Unless maybe someday, someone wants to write a novel about my life, because maybe when I'm older I will have left a legacy. If even just for my peace of mind.
Maybe I'll write so I will know my thoughts when I'm old, and Chase and I will be forever happy in our alzheimer-y state.
Maybe I'll just write and write until I have no thoughts. That would be something!
In any case, I want to write about Chase and I and our dogs and mini-farm and beliefs and losses and triumphs and normalities. Days when all we do is love each other and I bake cupcakes and he throws pottery and we are enveloped in nothingness.This is what life means.
I'm ready to record and amplify.
oh whit. don't ask me why.
ReplyDeletebut tears swelled with this one.
you're pretty.
i can't wait for you to show your beauty with the whole wide world.