consuming

i love the way you eat with your fingers: pinching the food between your thumb and forefinger, and placing it in your mouth so the fingers go in with the food.

It's just one of those unique things that is yours, and yours alone.

1999

Found those lyrics we wondered about:

Speaking of love
You ask how much you should give
Expect and receive
Take what you could, give what you must coz
Whatever's for us, for us
Whatever's for us, for us

Speaking of pride
You ask but why, what for
And what it should be
Do what you will, say what you must coz
Whatever's for us, for us

Speaking of life
You ask how, how right you are
To be feared or loved
Heed not a lie, fear not to trust coz
Whatever's for us, for us
Whatever's for us, for us

storyland, part 2

The girls recalled our camping trip, how much fun it was, and Storyland

Whenever we visited a fair, museum, amusement park, I enjoyed watching you taking it in, interested or not. You always walked with such slow grace, your eyes moving from one sight to another, your lips half smiling then fully explode as the girls did or said something amusing, your hair always brilliant, no matter what color.

It is a theme I have discussed too many times here: watching you when you didn't know I was. Seeing you in this way completed me in happiness, in love, in awe, I now wonder why it couldn't sustain me another thirty years.

But then, you didn't watch me in the same way.