last year we spent our anniversay in the emergency room. it took steve an hour to convince me that being incapable of walking is a problem (the crying and crawling was kind of a sign...but denial is, well, irrational). he was correct. i ended up being doped up on morphine and sleeping for the next two days.
this year...we sat on the tarmac for a few hours only to have our flight cancelled. returned home. laughed with freddie, went and got Chipotle (ACE family favortite fast food), laughed heaps, dropped him at Eric's...and finally made it to costa rica. long drive to manuel antonio. jefferson called us with happy anniversay wishes. and 12 hours of sleep...amazing.
doing a lot of nothing. staring. empty thoughts. watching the rain in the distance. the edge isnt quite gone. work seeps in for a bit of time. snap out of it. look around. stop taking it for granted. not yet convinced that the two cannot co-exist. (can always have your cake and eat it too... as long as you plan to make another, but better cake :-).
steve stole my bean bag...engrossed in his book...I watched him pick it out at the bookstore...lingering, reaching, index finger scanning...and here he is now reading about the techinical side of writing...present, happy, lovely to see.
i'm incredibly lucky...extraordinarily so. pura vida.