red hearts. candles burning. homemade heart pop tarts. breakfast in bed. a little note. true love. heart shaped dream catchers. happy baby. red glitter. extra kisses. fondue party. milk steak. rose petals. bad tv.
“I love you Jamie Dunn, words and actions will never be able to express the amount.”
the only words I ever want to hear.
Liquid light harmony
Wrapped around inside of me
Born out of trees
On a moonlit song
It’s free
Look at the trees in the dark
Bending like a bony finger
Gravel flicks on a metal moon
Wild and free
-Shiny and Free, Goldfrapp
the kind of night where glitter rains from your hair. the kind where strawberries float to the top of your glass…where husband dons a vest and tie, glowing with each sip of liquid gold whiskey. the kind of night you sit beneath a chandelier and feel the seconds slip away with bated breath. The kind of night that feels like the end of the world, the most significant tick of the hands of the clock. the kind of night where baby feels it too, eyes open at 11:55, waiting for his new year’s kiss…up all night whispering secrets in my ear to ease my ominous heartbeat.
pies in the oven. house quiet, candles burning. a tshirt for baby, glue on my fingers, thread in my hair. a vintage skirt, loved by another. brown suede, orange stripes. morning football, breathing heavy. baby’s walking, mommy’s crying. sitting around the table, pass to the left, pass to the right, and everyone’s smiling. freeze a second, freeze a day, and hold it in your heart forever. hay bales and a setting sun, a tiny bunny, take 1, take 2. baby’s got a motor now. in the car, windows down. pictures flashing. grass and magnolias, canes and airplanes. the hidden family, heading south. baby in his grandpa’s arms. swinging on a hazy afternoon, ready, set, go.
