That’s how long C and I have been married for this month/year. Our actual anniversary is on the 25th but we’ll be too busy holidaying on some pretty island/bay/cave which I am deliriously looking forward to :)
C is the man. He’s my biggest inspiration,my rock and a reminder that I can in fact love someone so completely & unselfishly. 3 years together we’ve grown in so many ways and I continue to count our blessings and have much to be thankful for. Happy Anniversary baby. I love you ♡ You complete me.
I wonder if you’re around
Or better yet
Off walking with him
On some gentle shore,
I wonder if you can see us
And if you know
How much we miss you
And think of you.
is not the same anymore
when I look at the window
you used to sit by
watching the road
counting tuk tuks
and blue cars that look like mine.
“One day at a time”
sound the same again.
** An excerpt of a conversation between hub and I about meeting friends on Friday night. He’s due to travel out of the country (again!) on the immediate Monday **
Me : Are we meeting up with the gang tonight bubs?
C : Can we meet up tomorrow?
Me : I guess, if the others are free.
C : I will most likely be getting home late tonight angel so will be too tired for a meet up tonight
Me : Ok, so I’ll say we can’t make it tonight then. Let’s do a movie night at home or something
C : You can still go ahead and meet them if you like baba
Me : No I’d rather spend the last few days with you :p
C : You sound like I’m going to die :p
Me : *facepalm*
The chronicles of C&C! Stay tuned :P :)
Falling asleep comes easy
when my head lies against your strong chest
when that soapy earthy smell is what I inhale
just before drifting off.
When rough skin is comforting
& familiar around my shoulders,
all I need to do is
“See all the places you want to see! travel before you get married” I naively told myself many many years ago. Well that ship sailed sometime back.
I’ve traveled as a kid/adolescent, extensively thanks to my dad’s job that took us all over the globe. I even managed to do a solo ‘just out of school’ scoot to a few countries and it was ok. Yet, back in the day, travelling was just another thing we did. Mundane almost. Hiking up the Eiffel tower was painful. Cruising down the Rheine, I spent time with my nose between a book! School holidays in London and Germany were mostly spent indoors or at a mall having ice cream. I refused to get off the tour coach at the Louvre when I heard the museum took a couple of days to get through and I didn’t trust my parents enough to have a look at Napoleon and the Mona Lisa and get out. I have mentally kicked myself since.
Now, I find the travel bug hitting big time but priorities get in the way. Tiny voices in my head keep saying “oh but you have other commitments, what about that thing you wanted to do to the house.., oh but with that money you could do SO much and get SO MANY things out of the way” etc etc and the nagging voice in my head though faint is persistent and very present. It’s annoying.
I want to see places. I want to visit Scotland, revisit the London I’d been to in my teens and make the trip to the Stonehenge. I want to see the famed Inca civilization in Machu Pichu and tour the Greek Islands. I want to go to Venice and Japan and see the Colosseum in Rome. Brazil during the carnival and a trip to the Andaman Islands just coz it looks so goddamn beautiful.
If only that fucking voice in my head would just go away.
With a kiss
Your hands through my hair
A long bear hug goodbye
Even only for a while
And your perfume
Lingers on my skin
And lulls me to sleep
Even only for awhile.
On the 16th May this blog turned 4 years. This is my ‘place’ and it’s been good so far – hopefully it will continue to be so for the foreseeable future.
Thank You for reading :)