the rare kind

i smell like a home cooked meal straight out of my mother-in-laws kitchen. its a smell that intoxicates you with warmth and memories of laughter and a new addition to the family you've always had. as i  lay here in my gray bed, i am finding that my limbs are exhausted and my brain is slowing. my heart rate is rested and night owls - the rare kind that sleep - are beckoning for my companionship. its quaint. but my lover isn't yet in bed so my eyes cannot rest until i've snuggled him into his twitching sleep coma. for being a day of rest, i always feel so warn of exertion at the end of this day. its funny how little things like that pan out over the weeks.

november

hello, its been a while. and since the last time i've spilled, my whole world has changed. my dreams i've wished for and written so often about are coming true.
its november, i tell you.
november was beautiful last year because it introduced me to the love of my life. it scattered flowers on my path and introduced me to true, true lasting love.
this november will be even better - i'm putting a label on our love. we'll call it: forever. time and all eternity.
i am marrying my best friend. 
it is so overwhelmingly beautiful. to say i'm happy, thrilled or ecstatic doesn't do this emotion justice. i am in the perfect place, i just have to wait two more lovely months for the most raw, perfect perfection. it feels long -- but i'm spending the days leading up to that white day with him. so of course i'll be alright. you don't even understand how lucky i am to have him.
i've always been living the dream..and i'm now in the real good part. the icing on the cake. the cherry on top.
oh, november.

little sister

in the long, long run - who really cares?

undoubtably it isn't the people you're inners are craving to be just like

the faces you're trying to match

the characteristics you spend hours in the mirror trying to find

little girl i wish you saw the beautiful you i see when i gaze at you

God made you, YOU because no one could do it better

in the long, long run - i'll care

i'll be your one last person who thinks the world of you

i'll be the rock with no judgement or criticism

i'll be the open arms and the shoulder to cry on when you crave it

the idols you've chosen to pick out of the cold garden are beautiful

they have a lot

but they aren't worth your time and tears

choose a new garden where the sun shines, constantly

plant your own seeds, grow your own path

be yourself

i'll be right beside you, always

a promise i'll never forget to keep

love who you are the way i love you

because

in my eyes you are leagues above even the very best

you are miles ahead and years beyond

you are you and there is no soul sweeter, better or more perfect

than you to be

you.