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Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Send Your Love
At Love Revealed, we briefly glimpse something poignant from an another life. Be a part! Send a picture from your life to us here, open your heart, and reveal what and why in as much detail as you wish - the more the better.
Baked Love!
I love the freakish new baking implant that somebody embedded in me when I wasn't looking.
Apple crisp, financier cake, cupcakes, crusty bread, and this triple-layered, triple-flavored, abstract, retarded monument in cake I made for my late father's birthday. Plus.....I also love The Secret. Shut up! I do!
Monday, March 12, 2007
Key to a Heart
I love that you're out there somewhere with the twin to this key.
I'm glad that I finally got the chance to say "I'm sorry." I didn't know then what I know now; I wasn't very smart at twenty-two. If I had been less afraid, our lives would be different.
Even though it's painful to think about what could have been, it makes me happy to know that we'll always have a place in each other's hearts.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Kindred Souls
I love you and the fact that even though you have boyfriend problems that equal mine, we can say exactly the right thing to each other to make the other feel better.
Its true what they say, "All the good men are taken, and those who aren't are gay." In your case it's both.
Its true what they say, "All the good men are taken, and those who aren't are gay." In your case it's both.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Love Alive
In the spirit of hope - that good things aren't lost and can even return to our lives, perhaps even better than before - we bring back Love Revealed.
I love looking through old pictures and seeing you as a rugged, tough, vibrant seaman, and especially that one where you met mom for the first time at the sailors' dance and snuck your hand over hers for the picture. I loved growing up in the house you'd made with her, always full of your happy energy! How you would romance her, and sneak up behind her to kiss her while she was working (and how she'd pretend that you were bothering her and shoo you away). You taught me what it meant to treat a woman right, in ways like that. And I loved our expeditions into the mountains, "scouting" you called it, when we'd fire rifles at distant rocks or tree limbs, whooping with excitement at every success, and then sleeping together under a tarp as the snow fell around us, just to get up and do it again the next day. Even in the very end, I love how you were looking out for me as disease racked your body - telling me not to be sad - even though I'd been far from a perfect son, and when you had every right to blame me for that! You taught me courage and honor, and in that moment, you showed me what it meant to love.
You've been gone for over three years, but I still think of you every day; still wish that I could just pick up a phone and call you; still want to hear your laugh just one more time.
I know that when I see you next, we'll both be young and strong.
I love you, dad.
I love looking through old pictures and seeing you as a rugged, tough, vibrant seaman, and especially that one where you met mom for the first time at the sailors' dance and snuck your hand over hers for the picture. I loved growing up in the house you'd made with her, always full of your happy energy! How you would romance her, and sneak up behind her to kiss her while she was working (and how she'd pretend that you were bothering her and shoo you away). You taught me what it meant to treat a woman right, in ways like that. And I loved our expeditions into the mountains, "scouting" you called it, when we'd fire rifles at distant rocks or tree limbs, whooping with excitement at every success, and then sleeping together under a tarp as the snow fell around us, just to get up and do it again the next day. Even in the very end, I love how you were looking out for me as disease racked your body - telling me not to be sad - even though I'd been far from a perfect son, and when you had every right to blame me for that! You taught me courage and honor, and in that moment, you showed me what it meant to love.
You've been gone for over three years, but I still think of you every day; still wish that I could just pick up a phone and call you; still want to hear your laugh just one more time.
I know that when I see you next, we'll both be young and strong.
Friday, December 22, 2006
The End
This is the last day of Love Revealed.
Thanks to everyone who contributed, it's been fun being a part of your lives, no matter how small.
And an especially big thank you to Amanda, without whom we wouldn't have lasted this long.
Wombat
Thanks to everyone who contributed, it's been fun being a part of your lives, no matter how small.
And an especially big thank you to Amanda, without whom we wouldn't have lasted this long.
Wombat
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Livestock driving
I love Chocolate and all that he has endured in the name of being my ULTIMATE travel companion.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Childhood realities
I love that you insist it’s not nap-time
and that you aren’t tired when you can’t even summon
the energy to play anymore.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Friday, December 15, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
From years ago 1
I love that my mother remembered that I wanted a Pookie bear when I was 10 (25 years ago!)
From years ago 2
I love the hours we spent driving to the beach, laughing and talking about everything.
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Patience and calm
I love that he apparently got what precious little patience there was to be had in our family.
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