Today is my first year wedding anniversary. This sappy song seems appropriate:
Looks like we made it
We mighta took the long way
We knew we’d get there someday
You’re still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You’re still the one I want for life
You’re still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You’re still the one I kiss good night
I’m so glad we made it
Look how far we’ve come my baby
No one said marriage was easy. It’s hard and we have to work at it everyday. But I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, everyday, forever. You and me…always. I love you my husband.
The problem with quotations you see on the Internet is that it’s difficult to tell if they are really genuine.
— Abraham Lincoln
As the mother of a teen, I have found myself saying things I now bury my head in my hands over. Those things include:
– Are you wearing that?
– Do you think the toilet paper fairy comes in and replaces the empty toilet paper roll while you sleep?
– Babe, you are twitching so badly you are bordering on shock…might be time today to lay off the energy drinks.
– What time did you go to bed?
– Who drank all my vitamin water?
– Yes you may borrow my perfume.
– Penicillin was discovered in 1928, so can you please bring down all the furry glasses from your bedroom, please?
– Oh my god, you’re up before noon! You’re not a vampire after all.
– Dear god, that’s not music, it’s noise pretending to be music.
– That’s not a skirt. That’s a handkerchief with lofty aspirations.
– Did you bring down the glasses from your bedroom yet?
– Yes you may borrow my headphones.
– Because I said so.
– Make-up is considered an enhancement. Enhance. Not spackle. Think “Avatar” dialled down about 100 degrees.
– Did you dye your hair again?
“It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.”
I miss way back. I miss New Fredericton. It was and still is a dull city. But still, I miss its quietness. I miss how everything was predictable, how people were nice and friendly. I miss hearing my son laugh. I miss my friend (yes I mean you T).
I also miss my home. You know how each home has a certain distinctive scent? I miss my home’s scent. I miss certain corners of the house. The deck which I never went on much because it never got the afternoon sun. I miss my family. I miss the streets. How they were always clean, how they were lined with trees and green space, how there were almost never traffic jams, how snowplows actually salted the streets.
I miss a place where I once called home.
The past will haunt you down. It will swallow your bright days. When you least expect it and it will resurface and dominate your thoughts from the most trivial incident. The past will press on your old scars and even make new ones. But remember, the past is in your head now. Like a bad dream. It’s effect might still continue, but the past events themselves are long gone. And when it runs after you, the trick is that you don’t run away. Instead, you look it in the eye and scare it off. The scars? Well, tap your fingers gently over them, and tell yourself “I survived this.” Because you see, the past will cast its shadow, only if you let it…
And now a different version of the past…
The past will bump into you.
The past will cool you off with its nostalgic breeze of an old scent or a photo album of a school trip.
The past will draw a smile, not only on your face, but also in your heart.
The past is unbreakable friendships.
The past is engraved initials on trees and the make-believe games.
The past was when we were naive but happy with big dreams.
The past was when we ran fast cried loud and laughed… profoundly.
The past is your sanctuary
– Source Unknown
I… am the queen of subtle!
I… am the yes and the no.
I… am the now and the never.
I… can confuse and make one addicted to their own confusion.
I… can drown one down a spiral and they won’t even know they are slipping.
…from these three things:
What makes them laugh.
And most importantly, I can tell a person from the times they choose to be silent.
– Source Unknown