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Bark, braids, and bicycle rides.

 

Yesterday was bark, braids and bicycle rides. It was fruit for breakfast and 2:00 naps. It was sunshine and wet hair. Bikini lines and beach towels. It was this song and missing him and pedaling home with the wind in my face. Last night was World Market for this, drooling over this, flirting in public, then kissing in the kitchen when we got home. It was late night work-outs and even later night bowls of hot posole. After that it was cookies and milk served with a side of lovey-dovey napkin notes followed by journal entries about the looks he gives me that remind me he's there. Early this morning is open windows and finally dozing off and today? 

Today I love it all.

Playing.

Today I love love LOVE that I'm with someone who understands how important it is to take time to play. See that mark up there on the far right light switch? The one that looks like a little bomb hit it? That would be because, it did. Have you ever seen those little tadpole shaped fireworks that you snap in between your fingers, or throw at the ground [or not the ground if you're anything like us and just not real bright] and they blow up with a loud POP and little rocks go everywhere? We bought a pack of those. A big pack. A big pack that consisted of four little packs of at least twenty. [For the record, that's a LOT of little bombs.] Do you know what happens when you put two [slightly immature] people in the same room with eightyplus little bombs and some impromptufreetime?

WAR.

WAR happens. We were ducking behind doors and counters, I'm sure it sounded like Syria as we chucked those little guys at each other over and over and over again. POP. Ahhhgggghhh! POP. High pitched aaahhhhrrggghh. POP. Aarrrghhhh! POP. Another high pitched aaaarrrghhhh! Let's just say by the end of the night we both looked a lot like that light switch up there. Timesfifty. Just to clarify. The POP doesn't hurt at all, but skin is pretty soft. Do you know how hard you have to throw those little guys to get them to blow against it? Fairly certain I'm as sore today as if I had just pitched an entire game of professional baseball.

Sigh. We spent the rest of the night cleaning hundreds of little tiny rocks off of the floors, and out of the cracks in our cupboards and out from underneath the oven and fridge and up out of the carpet. It was admittedly some of the most fun, either of us had ever had.

So yes, today I love getting pelted in the back and the arms by mini-bombs. Because yes, I love that Levi knows how to let go and just have fun. The fact that he can not worry about cleaning it up. The fact that he can laugh at something really kind of dumb. The fact that we both have an appreciation for things that will undoubtedly bring us closer even if they are disguised in yelps of pain and red could-pass-as-a-skin-disease marks. Today I love that we still play.

Today I Love

Today I love knowing him and I love how he knows me. It's so comforting, the routine we've formed. Last night as I laid my lil' head down to go to sleep Levi, [not breaking custom] grabbed his snack, flipped on world news, leaned up against the back of the bed and watched it quietly as I dozed off. There's something about having that boy there. There's something in the security of lifting my head just before I leave consciousness and knowing before I even open my eyes that I'll see him sitting him sitting there, cup of milk in hand, waiting for my breath to steady and my mind to slow before he heads back to work. There's something in the way I can give him the slightest hint of a face and he knows I'm in desperate need of a kiss or a hug or an "I love you". And there is most definitely, something in the way he's ready and willing to act on whatever my face seems to be portraying at the moment. Today I love the way we work with each other. I love the way we make time for each other. I love the way we understand the things that are important to each other and we make those things important to ourselves too. Today, to put it simply, I just love how he makes me, a "we".

Because certain mothers have been asking.

Let us introduce you to what has been taking up every single moment of our free time. [Yes, it even comes before dishes or toilet cleaning. But NOT before toilet using - just for the record.]

One of our favorite things about it so far, is sitting on the edge there all cuddled up and listening to the fountains super late at night. It's such a peaceful sound, running water. However, we ran to Wal-Mart tonight and picked up some diving rings and some goggles and I can see our "favorite part" switching over rather rapidly to something like chasing after and catching the rings before they hit the bottom! Guess only time can tell! All in all though? We LOVE this baby. There hasn't been a day yet that one of us missed jumping in. I'm even saving loads on eye makeup and hair product considering the fact that being dry for three hours at a time doesn't really constitute "getting done up" in my humble opinion. This summer for me is going to mean oversized tanks and easy to pull on shorts, waterproof bronzer, air-dried curls, and lots and lots of after-sun lotion. Sigh. So nice to finally be able to enjoy these beautiful triple digit temps!

Today Looked Like This.

And this.

Because of this.

YAY!

A kitty give-away!

This is for all my cat-lovin' readers! We have one beautiful, fun-loving, great with people kitty that is in serious need of a home! We want her to go somewhere she's going to be really happy, since we both work and just can't be there for her like we want to be right now. She comes free with her litter box, litter, and the food we bought for her, too! If you know anyone interested give me a shout out, yeah? First person who wants her gets her! You can email me at amalie.maren@gmail.com. Thanks bloggers!

[Real post coming soon - I promise.]