23 and in love

Its 5:50PM. I hear the Winnie The Pooh playing on video cassette.

I am thinking maybe I can whip out this blog in a few minutes. Mark told me, "Why don't you talk about how much you love your family." "Well, it's my blog and I will blog what I want to blog about." I said.
Winnie The Pooh plays on. The song is about what you covet. The Heffulumps and Woozles will love it. Sometimes life is like that. The more you want something the sooner you find it leaving. I'm sure there is something Science of Mind to say about it that. I can't remember it right now.

Its 7PM. I had to stop and make the pasta for dinner. Morgan loves it with just a small amount of olive oil and parmesan cheese. Mark and I had our pasta with red sauce. I really do love my family, although I told Mark "I would blog what I want to blog about." Morgan at 3 is so great. She is never ending. Talking about trees and mountains or tunnels and bridges. I was thinking about Mark when we were laying in bed this morning. I am amazed that this year it will be 18 years since we first met. There is something magical about that. I like to talk about our story. I like to remind myself of being 23 and in love. The kind of love that doesn't care about the laundry not being folded, or watching a movie till 3AM. No judgment. Vanilla. A beautiful smile.

I smile at Mark today. I rejoice in the now. I forgive myself for the things aren't like the vanilla of the past and I think of how lucky I am today.
Feb. 21