With days so full, I’ve lost time to write. Consequently- I’m sleeping wrapped in the arms of the man I love, playing with the daughter I treasure…

and weeding my balls off.

I’m fulfilled in ways I’ve never been been, happier than I ever dreamed possible, and feeling like a little old lady at the same time.

My spine hurts, my feet ache and I’m smiling new wrinkles into my thankful face. If it weren’t for the absence of my son, my life would be complete. I’ve missed him more than I’d miss air if I were expected to give it up without argument- but having the whole world make sense and my whole life shine… makes me ache for his sweet smile and his hilarious sense of humor.

I had a day off on Thursday… and went out to face my noxious demons in the acre I call my Yarden. Epic work. Ridiculous over achievement staring back at me and laughing with foot high weeds. Seeing my darling Superman walk up with three fishing poles in his hands makes me frown.

S- Fishing?

J- Responsibility. I wish I could blow it all off… but I have to get this done. The weeds are taking me over and I can’t keep up if I don’t deal with it today. Wanna help me go get straw?

Of course he does… and 15 bales later… give or take a broken spine or two…

It’s storybook beautiful and thriving, just like nearly everything else in my life these days.

I have 3 65′ rows of sunflowers smiling their orange and yellow faces at me every morning at dawn.

My corn has never done so well. I have the pumpkin patch I’ve always dreamed of and more raspberries than I can pick.

When I say he makes my life beautiful… I actually have the pictures to prove it. I’m stunned silent by the words that fall from his lips and the silent strong commitment he makes to me in front of my daughter. He tells me a million times every day, that I am beautiful. He chastises me for the hurricane of disaster I can be and has given up trying to heal my poor decimated feet, yet still rubs them for me when I get home from work. He’s not just words or physical effort… he’s the whole enchilada. He gives me himself and more love than I’ve ever felt or known to be possible. He is a good example for my daughter and will make her expect more when she starts dating.

He helped me spread 15 bales of straw and countless newspapers underneath. It was exhausting, hot and miserable. I enjoyed every minute… and after it was all said and done… he carried the heavy ladder over so I could take a picture.

I’m just spoiled rotten and I love and treasure him so much ♥

…Because I’m a damn hurricane of indecision. I never know what I want to eat. I make the waitress come back a half dozen times. I stay in the garden until dark if I’m so inclined. I work full time and I fall asleep during every single movie he tries to show to me…

and he wouldn’t want it any other way, and grounds me just the same. I try harder and say less because he’s so good.

I could roast Nathan Steinbauer again deliciously- and I will be celebrating the second annual roast today… with a marshmallow, some chocolate and my first batch of graham crackers.

Mid bliss…I can only say nice things.

I also decided I needed a baby. I’m surrounded by beautiful pregnant women and scratching the itch with a kitten. I fell in love with little Kermit the moment I saw him at the shelter.

Go figure… I always wanted to save the pathetic broken ones. It explains a lot about my dating strategy and the pathetic trinity of Nathan, Thomas & the hoarder.

I joked forever that I couldn’t be responsible for choosing a date- and as soon as I let one of my best friends choose for me? I found the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with… happily.

Kermit the kitten was 5-6 weeks old when I wandered in looking for my baby fix. Sweet and sick with diarrhea, just my type.

Come on now… who could resist? I signed on the dotted line and we began our wait. He couldn’t come home until he was big enough to fix. We settled in to visiting every day… and watched him get more and more sick. He was shrinking, not growing… and I was losing my mind over it. I finally reached my breaking point after spreading straw for 6 hours. Superman smiled and offered to drive me out to throw a temper tantrum and helped carry the little sickly creature to the car when my pleas were answered.

We stopped at the grocery store and he went in for the kittenecessities, smiling.

Armed with antibiotics, a litter box, a tube of calorie paste designed to help the baby reeking of flea shampoo get better…while he continued to scratch. We tried to sleep that night and as exhausted as we were after such a long day… when Kermit woke up in the middle of the night- Superman smiled at me, kissed me on the nose and hopped out of bed to take the little kitty for a potty break and a snack.

I love this beautiful man when he’s dressed in nothing but dirt and the icy perfection of the cold lake on a hot summer day… but when he’s dripping with sincerity and gracing the world with his integrity…

I’m just plain thankful.

He does exist. My garden will succeed… and life just keeps getting more beautiful.