Sorry, I had to go rinse the taste of bile from my mouth. Being so cliche made me a little sick.
I think this project came at a good time; it's really easy, with a new baby, to lose focus on our relationship. Looking through all the mementos of our very early days has reminded me of how we felt about each other back before we were "Mommy" and "Daddy". And, minus the obsessive co-dependency, I'd like to get back to being this way.
First, I found two very important ticket stubs. After seeing The Crocodile Hunter, Patrick told me for the first time that he loved me. It must have been a very romantic movie! And our first kiss was after watching Star Wars for probably the sixth time in theaters. It took him more than three full cycles of POD's "Satellite" album to work up the nerve. Yeah, we were that cool. Who doesn't want their first kiss to happen while listening to "The Messenjah"?
And yes, I did put them in the wrong order. My lazier side is telling me to just say I sorted them alphabetically, but I'll probably end up flipping them. One day. It'll probably be the same day that I iron the creases out of Madison's curtains, clean out my email's spam folder, and organize the junk drawer.
|Do you like my camera technique? I call it "The Cobra"!|
goal: we will go snowboarding next winter (2012-2013).
What have you been working on lately? Did watching The Crocodile Hunter or Star Wars lead to any major milestones in your life? Have you ever memorized not only the words but also the drum solo to "Youth of the Nation"? What's your favorite vacation activity?