May 20th

Had a peach smoothie today.

Got Mountainman crying like old hounds in the hills in the background.

Wind howled so hard at the waterfront, sand blew into the stroller.

Zoe learned a somersault.

The way I see it, there ain't any boxes of love left to open for anybody but my one love. But if I should never open another, even for him, I shall be content having received the treasure of getting to go with him once.

And also, if when he's an old man, he finds an old postcard and decides to send it my way to reconnect, I will look up his nursing home, and go to him and find him in his wheel-chair and I will plant a kiss on his forehead, and say: "My dearest darling, I've loved you always." And even if it's just that moment, at the very end, I know I will have experienced a life with a truly rich love.

Call it cheesy. But don't you know cheese is amazing, and without it we wouldn't have pizza? I'm done apologizing for the best thing ever.