Do Not Disturb

You know what really eats my lunch? When you ask that someone respect your wishes and they promptly refuse. It doesn't matter if this refusal is subtle or blazing. It is still a refusal to abide by another persons wishes. this is beyond the epitome of selfish. I mean how inconsiderate can a person be? You ask nicely, attempting to maintain a certain level of grown-upness (yes, it's a word) and the other person just gets to continue to disregard you and go about their merry business. Hardly seems fair. I don't want to engage people who practice this method of communication,but I really want them to understand that their services are no longer needed. So they can go ahead and bugger off now. Hmm, I wonder if that was clear enough.

The kindness of others..

In this crazy world, where everyone is the most cynical they could ever be, regularly..it is possible to be touched by the kindness people inherently hold. Just when I begin to subscribe the cynicism...someone amazes me.

Good Good Lovin'

Oh My..there is nothing like it. I have been blessed these last six months to be in the most functioning, supportive, nurturing relationship of my life. This IS where it's at. Nothin' but some good good loving, general support and respect for each other and our individual life experiences. I am in love. Really. truly. In love and it feels so damn good!

Man..

...does he make me smile.

Not just any regular kind of smile, but the sort that creeps across your face when you least expect it. The kind that lingers indefinitely and makes other people wonder.."what she smiling about?"..

It has also been brought to my attention that a sly sort of grin resides on my face when I talk about him, not to mention I can feel the corners of my mouth turn up when my mind wanders to thoughts of him.

He makes me smile when he looks at me so sweetly, and tells me that I'm beautiful when I am standing in front of him dirty and sweaty from digging in the garden.

He makes me smile when he reminds me that I am indispensable, and kisses me so gently.

He makes me smile when I wake up and he is there and I know that today is already a good day.

He makes me smile when he plays basketball with the boys and shows them no mercy, attempting to dunk all over them and then appropriately raising the roof when he succeeds. He makes me smile when he makes them smile.

He makes me smile because he loves me. Bag and baggage- he loves me.
I am one lucky girl and I have never smiled so much in my entire life.



I never want this feeling to end.