I sidled quietly down to your garden this morning, my love, dragging the bare toes of the opposite foot across the Bermuda lawn after each step, creating a single lane of dark green disruption in the pastel blanket of dew deposit that lay there, and observed my first Tiger Swallowtail anxiously attempting to rouse your huge sunflower stalks from sleep by tickling their darkened centerpieces with its capricious and curious proboscis and little threadpiece legs. How gregarious yet utterly quiet she was.
At this acute point in the arc of our shared lives, I urge you, my wife, to harvest from between these few lines our secrets points of light, and ring from that bounty all of the glory that underlies our antics. I truly love thee.
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Great cover of Walking on the Moon, by one of my favorite bands, the Police. This is a great song about falling in love.
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NPR did a piece called "This I Believe" a few years back. Listeners were invited to recite their core beliefs about anything...
