Tuesday, September 20, 2005

8 Years and Counting....

My Dearest Husband,

Eight years ago today, we said "I do". Does it still feel like yesterday to you?? Each year as our Anniversary draws closer, I find myself thinking back to how we met, when we met and how anxious I was to chat with you each day. You were witty, and smart. You didn't care what anyone thought, you were yourself no matter what. I really liked and admired you for that. Those are qualities that I still like and admire in you, amongst the many others that I've learned over the years.

There's no question that we've had our fair share of ups and downs these last 8 years, but I really do love to look at where we're at today. I've never felt closer to anyone in my whole life. I like to think about where we'll be in another 8 years and how much closer we'll be to each other, if that's even possible??

These last eight years have given me so much. A wonderful husband, with a strong marriage. Our children are happy and healthy. We have never wanted or needed for much and if we did, you always made sure we had a way to get it. Our days might seem hectic, but I always look forward to you returning home from work. I enjoy our evenings watching tv and relaxing. I enjoy watching movies or playing video games together. More than anything, I just want to be near you always.

When we curl up in bed at night, and your body is up against mine, there is no greater feeling of security and love. Your strong arms around me as I drift off to sleep, I know will bring another day where I can kiss you good bye in the morning and anxiously await your return at the end of the day.

I am so glad that we met online all those years ago, so grateful that we were strong enough to endure the harder times in our relationship, and so proud to have you as my husband.

I love you with all that I am Sweetheart, Happy Anniversary!

Sunday, September 11, 2005

September 11, 2001



110 stories high I flapped freely
In the bright sky. While birds and planes
Soared on by, my majestic power
Couldn't be denied.

On a fateful September morn, my
Strength was tested, like a toothpick
My mast did break, falling to earth
With such a quake.

Rubble and dust all around,
Shouts of terror, cries of pain
Still sound through this dismal surround.

This act of injustice, this feat so cruel,
My people are grieving, my children confused.

As if by rebirth, I'm pulled from
The ash, stood on the ground
Amongst those I love.