mobility

my b started a blog.

well it's a tumblr account. he's more trendy than me :p

i've been wanting him to start a blog for a while. he used to have a blog. he's a beautiful writer and i knew i'd enjoy reading him. so after a little bit of thought he put it together and sent me a link. i hope it's ok that i'm now making it viral. here it is... http://magnificentdefeat.tumblr.com/

i've been reading a book recently suggested to me by my weirdo with a beardo. it's bittersweet. i won't get into the story so much as to say that it follows a man and woman's friendship. the man eventually marries the wrong woman and it doesn't bode well in spite his good intentions (the other girl was his best friend). he was fascinated by his wife, she was beautiful, and stunning, and enchanting. but they were not friends. they did not confide in one another. they did not support each other, share secrets or laughs. that seems shocking to me that people would marry someone who's amazing, but not their best friend. how can you be partners if you're not even friends. in our pre-marriage counseling devona told us "marriage is companionship with a little bit of sex thrown in". i like that. it resonates with me.

i spy with my little eye... something that is small and close and quaint and it has a green door. it makes me wonder and imagine. you never know what may be.

i really like the way the moon looks tonight.