Who we are
Sunday, September 18, 2011
What a weekend
So this weekend I've been pampered and spoiled (not that it doesn't happen often). We went shopping and spent a lot of time together. We went to the movies and stayed up all night talking and just laughing about how silly we are. Sometimes the conversations will take a serious turn and we will once again discover that we are more alike than different. This is what makes us absolutely perfect for each other. I love the way he helps me around the house. It's just amazing to have someone like him around.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
The things he does for me....

He makes me laugh even when I want to cry
He brings out the best in me
He holds my head up when sometimes I just want to look down
He prays with me
He holds my hand when I am afraid
He is exactly what I prayed for: A Good Man
He knows what I am about to say even before I finish
He's my other half and that's what makes him so special
He brings out the best in me
He holds my head up when sometimes I just want to look down
He prays with me
He holds my hand when I am afraid
He is exactly what I prayed for: A Good Man
He knows what I am about to say even before I finish
He's my other half and that's what makes him so special
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Another one that speaks of the unspoken
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY, LIKE THE NIGHT
- Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy days denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,-
A mind at peace and all below,
- Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy days denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,-
A mind at peace and all below,
A heart whose love is innocent
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