holds many unsaid memories and thoughts for me.
a time of joy, reckless abandon, and deep sadness, but still with an undercurrent emotion of happiness. to feel both at once felt like i was ripped in two.
love. is an amazing thing.
Boy is 24 today. I’m so glad he was born into this world and that I have the joy of meeting and loving him. He doesn’t celebrate birthdays, but I just want to celebrate the fact that he exists, I do it everyday, and so I do it today as well. I buy him gifts whenever not just on one day of the year. But it’s like, today is your day. I want to celebrate you and nothing else. Let me write of you, paint you, draw you, sketch you, take photos, run my hands down your back, listen to you speak, sing, hum, cry, shout. I want to watch you as you make faces and as your lashes flash as you blink your eyes. The beauty in life, in you. As you sit next to me and pound out words and stories on my old typewriter, you’re excited and joyful, even though you have to work at 5 in the morning tomorrow.