i just got back from three days of learning how to grow green things, and one heavenly night with my husband of 19 years today.

i returned after 4 days away from my kids and i was thirsty for them.
it was hard to get everyone in the same shot- or even on the porch together. because that is our life.
time away is good for me- i remember to cherish things.
mike picked me up at the end of a dirty day on the farm. i had learned about digging, planting, covering, making compost and lining things up and measuring- by doing. i had darker skin and dirt under my nails and a starwars baseball hat that i'd borrowed from jude, and fake channel sun glasses that i bought on the side of the road for $1.75. i was a sight. but. when we saw each other after 3 days apart, we had that look. that goofy- i- can't- stop- smiling- because-i -won- the- prize, look on our faces. that look we give each other even after spending the morning apart. we grow old, but our reaction to one another doesn't. it's. the. same. decades later. that is love.
19 years- time goes fast- the moments are small and slow- they hold the fullness. they grow the richness. we aren't just two anymore.
but it started here. the story continues.....

i returned after 4 days away from my kids and i was thirsty for them.
it was hard to get everyone in the same shot- or even on the porch together. because that is our life.
time away is good for me- i remember to cherish things.
mike picked me up at the end of a dirty day on the farm. i had learned about digging, planting, covering, making compost and lining things up and measuring- by doing. i had darker skin and dirt under my nails and a starwars baseball hat that i'd borrowed from jude, and fake channel sun glasses that i bought on the side of the road for $1.75. i was a sight. but. when we saw each other after 3 days apart, we had that look. that goofy- i- can't- stop- smiling- because-i -won- the- prize, look on our faces. that look we give each other even after spending the morning apart. we grow old, but our reaction to one another doesn't. it's. the. same. decades later. that is love.
19 years- time goes fast- the moments are small and slow- they hold the fullness. they grow the richness. we aren't just two anymore.
but it started here. the story continues.....





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