Summer goals. He bought sparklers and lit one in the bedroom. We stole a grocery cart when it was raining and the cab was never coming. Dinner at hot belly mamas was delicious. The bbq is unpurchases but things are well.

I miss Facebook

facebook controls the world; it knows everything about me, it shared everything about me. Maybe. I think. I dunno. I don’t understand what happened.   Much of what is on it now is like stale candy and generic fast food. Mesmerizing but not satisfying. I miss my pithy status updates. Silly photos. Chronicalling my life. I will try to do that here.

Tumour day - not as funny as it sounds

A tumour. I can't believe it. There is a protective coating that prevents my mind from believing it. A tumour cut out of his leg.  Why? Now we wait. Wait for some person who doesn't know how awesome he is, how much I love him, how he brings sparkle to everyday to wander in from their lunch and read the results. Make good on their plan to call and inform us. Possibly change everything.     I have wasted so much time on things that are not important. Loving him and being good to him are what matter. 
Laura Arual is a very content woman as she lies in bed next to her sleeping husband, surrounded by snoring animals. 2014 was a good year, and 2015 will maintain that goodness, as well as uncover its own.
Is cheered by a middle of the night conversation. 
A weird day that ends in love. How did I ever get so lucky? Release time from a boss to go to the doctor and a husband who lights me candles. I am blessed. 
Contentment. Recognizing that while we are seperate we are the same. Letting go of old insecurities. Knowing that I am loved.