some day back in may -ode to tyler-

not professional dancers.



it, has happened:
just about six months into the marriage i remember the wedding pictures.
amy took these wedding ones, and i must say they are some of my favorites.

i remember that day. how it felt like the end and the beginning and we wanted to be together forever. well, it seems like we still have a long way to go, and that's just fine.

(what a party. and what an impeccably handsome groom. my wish is to spend the rest of my existence with him. can he really be mine?)

at six months (or however long any two committed people have been together) i can feel the complexity of two distinct individuals trying to combine their lives in a functioning, fulfilling, and compassionate relationship. i want to be this person's best friend. tyler, my dad calls you "miracle of miracles." he's right. dicks like I made it. let's never stop focusing on this love.

here it comes:
now, i've seen blogs titled : the bestest husband in the world. or to that effect, and i've generally planned on avoiding that template-- but wait, lest i speak too soon (because blogs are cheap). tyler, here's to you, your proverbial "world's best husband" coffee mug. drink from it with pride. so, i wont exactly be elaborating on your higher qualities as much as i'll just simply be posting pictures of you. you'll handle it gracefully i'm sure. because a blog could never say enough.











it's dork and dork jr. (yes, that is a goofy movie reference.)






a reel party. and i'm just as crazy about you. tell me your secrets.





you are like green grass magic. cooling and calm. i love that we share a home and a bed. i love sharing with you.





i hope you forgive me about the time i missed your beard. i'm ashamed for the silly way i acted.



but, i mean, c'mon. look at that thing. it's glorious. (happily it's something i can enjoy along with the seasons in a natural cycle.)


we look so happy here. i can feel it and i want to cry. god bless you tyler. have patience with me. this life on earth is here for us to soak in and really feel. learning so much. let us never narrow up and grow petty. we can have this all days.
i needed someone else to hold teddy's other hand. and i can rest easy.
to me you're the sweetest thing alive...knowing i'm alive as well. and with our son coming so soon. it feels like we're building a pyramid from clouds and moss, feeling the wind. we can do all of these things and do them well. let's explore together.
you are thinking: it's hot. really hot. i love how you are pretty much always smiling. there's something to be said about cheerful people.
you are so many things. versatile and unique and capable of the broadest mind set. kind to every one. without judgment. you even know how to fix computers and get harry potter movies for me from the internet. your tolerance of harry potter speaks volumes. your acceptance of me (wanting to: dig up the lawn for tomatoes, birth the baby in the tub, home school, riot, chew garlic, attribute everything to yoga...) is saintly. your listening is humbling.
remember that time we rollerbladed/biked to wholefoods and those guys yelled "fags!" at us? those poor, poor people.
4th of july. we havent been at this marriage thing for too long.
you and teddy make so much sense to me. all of my wonderful threads have been woven together by your love. fifi and fido.

right now you are up in the tower.
and you, my love, are the stuff that dreams are made of.

at least my dreams.

and so, ahem, we've only just begun.
and i like that.