Monday, December 1, 2008
Happy Forty
Sometimes I forget there was a time when I was without her; or even that she is a separate person from me. Maybe I've made her up, my perfect other. I knew her when I heard her voice, when I saw her thick, black hair traced with some grey. Today she is a little greyer, tomorrow she will be forty. I am hungry for more decades, more of her natural, brilliant joy.
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you bring tears to both of our eyes anne, what a beautiful sentiment to one of most amazing women I know :) you are definitely each other's perfect others and i look forward to many years with both of you to come - thank you for sharing.
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