Two kids in a wild world that was all our own. A world shaped by musical notes and a curiosity. A place where love could sleep still, above the trees. We were always covered, even on the wildest of days. We didn’t know any better, and we didn’t care to. Our way was the only … Read more
I knew it then, all that we were capable of.Holding a love gently in our hearts,I knew it when less was said and more was done. A home to come home to,a brimming smile on a bright-eyed boy,some strings of lights, a casual conversation.This, I knew, would always come. I think back to the moves.A … Read more
A heart this full never yearns for something new, only more of what it already has. But a heart this full knows no greed, it knows to love all it has. Take it from a man who pleads for peace, but a man who can find himself lost on chaotic roads. I fought my way … Read more
Sure, the backpack smelled of freshly minted polyester.Its pockets precisely organized with pens and newly sharpened pencils.The notebooks full of blank pages full of potential.The clothes, the shoes, the hair — the cleanest they would be all year. I hated the first day of school.The backpack overpriced and waiting for the first of many rips.The … Read more
I’ve tried. I’ve looked. I’ve tried again. I have only found that what I never found must make true that it is not possible to tell you in mere words all that you are in my life. Your smile is an addictive welcome, while your eyes tell stories only I can understand. Your hands calm … Read more
I stare in awe and amazement at your sunlit face as you stare in awe and amazement at the boy you have made. The boy we dreamed of in the backseat, the smiles we always wanted to mirror, the sweet inadvertent noises we always remember. Oh, if only he realized how lucky he is to … Read more
Here we are, sitting paused just seconds from the countdown.An entire year becomes like a mural, a portrait easy to stare into,an image that often reflects like a mirroras we wonder what direction all the time ran away from us. But look at what we witnessed!A gift to walk through ancient homes and even more … Read more
Each flicker of the Christmas lights are a memory, a wish. Each bulb illuminates a path of everywhere we have been and will go. Everything we’ve created was and is a vision I first saw in your kind eyes staring back at me. Even when the lights turn out for the night, my eyes rest … Read more
I am the ceiling fan, circling fast, but remain in one place. The white noise it emits imitates the neverending thought process. It spins up high, alone from the rest of anything. Everything is what I aspire to to be. It is a lonely thought, one of selfish characteristics. Built on the wishes of good intentions. It’s … Read more
And at this frigid Denver hour,I am simply grateful for a warm home,a safe home, blankets and a bed.Thankful for four walls and heat,a pillow to rest my head.Thankful to share it all with youin this place we call ours.