you are the pickle in my coleslaw, and man I love coleslaw.

From what originated with a pass of a note started a high school crush. Later brought us back together as road partners,  then off to college as we were study-buddies, next became long distance relationships {even across the globe}, to now the current status of homeowners/adults/the real life. #itsmeandyoubabe

We made a 'little family' that has happily grown over a period of time.

Me. You. Moose.

After a great decade plus a few more; Tim and I will put it in writing. 

I couldn't be more excited to spend the rest of my life with a man that I adore.

what was established in 2000 just became real.

coming soon

10.19.13

lucky me. lucky13.

you are on my mind...

 

{source}

 “The Velveteen Rabbit ” by Margery Williams

“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

So...yes mister rabbit. I'll keep you safe and love you.  xoxo