1 year

This weekend D and I celebrated 1 year of marriage. At the same time we have been discussing starting a family and all that goes with it. Since my last post we haven't turned on the TV, we've looked at each other in the eye every night, and worked through our feelings. It turns out we agree on a lot more than we thought, and the whole process has made us closer. By Saturday we were laughing and teasing each other again. We celebrated our anniversary away this weekend, in San Antonio (neither of us had ever been). Sticking to the "paper" tradition, my husband wrote me a poem as my gift. I was so touched I cried right there at dinner. You have to know my husband is a linear, logical thinker. When he does something, he does it 110%. He researched poetry, read poetry, and expressed his thoughts perfectly in cursive (which he said he had to re learn). The poem is about a single feeling, the feeling he gets when he is coming home to me at the end of a long day. I'm feeling very loved right now, as the 5 love languages says, my love tank is full.

Mad Girl's Love Song, by Sylvia Plath

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)



I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"