My goal with this blog is to offend everyone in the world at least once with my words… so no one has a reason to have a heightened sense of themselves. We are all ignorant, we are all found wanting, we are all bad people sometimes.
She comes into your life and brings nature’s blessing. And with her entrance comes a curse of wanton passion. The grass is still alive as it blazes in the sun. The chorus of our laughter floats gently in the Spring breeze. We are the definition of love and our hands are linked as we dance amongst the growing and the grown alike. We enjoy timeless sunsets on picturesque settings creating canvases waiting to be painted at each moment. We love.
Time works wonders and bonds grow firm. We resolve to walk quietly into the night together. Hands held tightly against the shadows we once faced alone. We pick each other up in the heat of the Summer, against the blazing sun and humanity’s punishment. We turn as one, in unison with one another’s needs. I am your need and you are mine. And like an oak tree we grow together.
The rain has come and we have weathered storms. We still touch… but sometimes our hands Fall like leaves from our tired limbs. The chatter of children running around our base keeps us united, we are still united with finger painted signs and chalk figures. But some nights are cold and the moon shines two shadows upon the ground.
It snows here in Denver. The Winter seems to be most of the year… at least lately. But even with the constant ice, it does melt with the strength of will. A will we share each morning and return to each night. The seasons form a timeless ring that hardens into a golden promise. They touch each time our hands unite with infused emotion. Regardless of what emotion that is the presence of feelings means that we still care.
Tracking progression is never a bad thing and it is always nice to recognize your new subscribers when you can. Nice post! Maybe I should start a monthly review myself. ;) -OM
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July 1st. Our first day of “real” summer. Thanks, Stacy at Revisions of Grandeur, for sending it our way! It only took 3 days to get here. We hit a high of 26 C and the kids thoroughly enjoyed the opening of the splash pad at the park.
June shaped up okay for me, blog wise. I had a total of 774 views which is up 193 from May. I had 260 visitors which is up 73. I had 209 likes, up a mere 6. I published 30 posts for the month of June. That’s 6 more than I wrote for May. I had 196 comments compared to only 144 in May. Besides my Home page, which had the most views at 132, “The First Fight” was the most viewed at 40. The top three countries to visit my blog were the U.S., Canada, and Thailand.
Our days together have faded into night and from those nights come memories of passion, love, and romance. An imperfect blend, for we are imperfect creatures, yet within our mistakes we have found a golden path to happiness. Who can say how many more days are left in the saga that is our life together. What adventures shall we see tomorrow, with you the world is open and the possibilities are immeasurable. I find comfort in your company; the touch of your hand solidifies my resolve and inspires me to walk taller. I would always strive to not only provide you everything you should ever want, but to also anticipate and hope to provide even that which you do not need yet.
We balance each other, even when it feels like we are against each other. United though we are, we are still separate entities. Your goals and passions are your own, I do not enter your world unless invited, and so is the line in the sand the same for your toes as well. I enjoy our union, but I also appreciate the way in which we allow each other to breath. It has always been a struggle of mine to feel as if the oxygen were being sucked out of the room by someone else. You do not get this feeling as much when you are truly in love.
When we met on that fateful day, the day our hearts were lost to one another, who could have guessed such a dreary day could have brought such happiness. And through the nervous introductions we soon discovered a kindred spirit, a wonderful new spring of untapped passion. Once I had tasted its sweet water I knew a new kind of thirst that I had never experienced. Unquenchable, the need for more was like a sudden adrenaline rush that I can remember to this day. Love, that such a simple word can bring such a flood of feelings and can create bonds of unity in between strangers. Love is such an innocent word that can bring such happiness, as well as such pain.
As I lay now next to you, watching you slumber peacefully. Oblivious to the struggle that I undertake to put these emotions into words. It is a task fit for a poet like Shakespeare or a writer of epics like Homer. I shall still strive to write it for you my love and if I should fail then will I endeavor to instead show you my love. I have never been a painter, my oratory skills have always been wanting, but if I could describe for you the perfect kiss or our perfect love then I would be happy. For to describe my affection for you would be the ultimate accomplishment.
About 9 years ago I divorced my husband (now ex-husband) because of many reasons. At the time my son was 7. My thought process was that I needed to meet people that were in a similar situation as us and maybe meet “The One” who would rock my world and be my forever partner.
About 6 1/2 years ago, I got out of a bad relationship and immediately got into another relationship. The new man I met had a son a couple years younger than my son and needed a lot of help. I decided I was just the nurturer that was going to fix him and his family. I stepped in and built his ego as much as possible. I fell in love with little things about him and fell out of love with other things. Almost 4 years ago, I gave birth to our baby. Things became very clear…
I Married An Angel. This was very well written and provided a lot of food for thought for “just” an introduction. I don’t often compliment the technical side of writing, but there is a lot to be learned from just this single page. Well done. Continue to dip into that “river.” -OM
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