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Saturday, December 24, 2005
9:35:00 PM EST
Feeling Worried
Bean bag chairs and hugs

It is 3:15 in the morning and Alexis and I have just spent the last 2 hours laying together in a bean bag chair listening to love songs. Some traditional, some otherwise, including Courtney Love, The Cure, Sting, Let’s Active, Kenny Rogers, Bela Fleck, and Dolly Parton.
The house was still except for the jumping long shadows cast by the flickering candles. The smell of her hair, Christmas, and the candles combined in a comforting smell of "home". Our intertwined hands were dripping with shadows. Looking around I see the fruits of our hard work in 2005, the wood floors, the décor, and the furniture.
I remember having an overwhelming sense of love for Alexis and the protection of home. There was an immense feeling of sharing with out words being spoken. Her head on my chest and hand on my abdomen spoke volumes.
The tick ticking of the clock told me that time was moving but love and contentment created the illusion of time standing still. It was one of those rapturous moments where only that instant mattered. Yesterday was only a memory and the stress of tomorrow can just wait…..for tomorrow.
I could not have picked a more perfect person to be my love. She’s not perfect….just perfect for me. That leaves me with a high standard to live up to for her because I want to be "just perfect for her".
Written by swibirun Blog about this entry
9:35:00 PM EST
Feeling Worried
Bean bag chairs and hugs

It is 3:15 in the morning and Alexis and I have just spent the last 2 hours laying together in a bean bag chair listening to love songs. Some traditional, some otherwise, including Courtney Love, The Cure, Sting, Let’s Active, Kenny Rogers, Bela Fleck, and Dolly Parton.
The house was still except for the jumping long shadows cast by the flickering candles. The smell of her hair, Christmas, and the candles combined in a comforting smell of "home". Our intertwined hands were dripping with shadows. Looking around I see the fruits of our hard work in 2005, the wood floors, the décor, and the furniture.
I remember having an overwhelming sense of love for Alexis and the protection of home. There was an immense feeling of sharing with out words being spoken. Her head on my chest and hand on my abdomen spoke volumes.
The tick ticking of the clock told me that time was moving but love and contentment created the illusion of time standing still. It was one of those rapturous moments where only that instant mattered. Yesterday was only a memory and the stress of tomorrow can just wait…..for tomorrow.
I could not have picked a more perfect person to be my love. She’s not perfect….just perfect for me. That leaves me with a high standard to live up to for her because I want to be "just perfect for her".
Written by swibirun Blog about this entry
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Hi your entry reminded me so much of my son. He is 43 but just got engaged. He is in love with his fiance and I have to say it is wonderful to see him happy. His girl is wonderful and I can't wait to welcome her into our family.
I am little old to write you maybe, but I don't care. My heart, mind and soul are young.
I am 62 and have been married to the world's nicest guy, who has been devoted to me for 44 yr.
Continue to enjoy the love and life you have with your wife. Be happy and take really good care of Alexis!
Merry
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Where are you Chris?? Haven't posted in a little bit! Are you still doing both aol and blogspot journal? I am ready to get back into journaling more again but really hate not knowing how to navigate around on blogspot well! have you figured out a way to get new readers from that journal? Let me know!! Thanks Hope all is well with you and yours!!!
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