Quarry Lake
When I am young and afraid of the crickets that come to my side in empty houses, you will be hiding in the cracks that let sunshine through. Like the sound of birds cheering at the end of a storm, your voice will be there to make me feel calm.
Sometimes loving one another will be a difficult adventure. We'll disagree on dumb things like coffee to sugar ratios or which side of the family to spend Christmas with. You'll forget to replace the toilet paper roll and I'll steal every blanket from under your feet. There will be witnesses to our bad moods and bickering and some will wonder how on earth we ever made it here. Sometimes we'll even wonder the same thing and when that happens, we must remember not all fair blossoms grow easily.
Before I met you, I thought to love somebody was to have a friend that you kiss and tell. This friend would be there to make your belly a circuit of butterflies and they were somebody you had to always look your best for. Now I know that loving somebody does not mean hiding your hiccups, it means having hiccups together. When you look to the freckles and scars on my belly, you see them as constellations leading to the woman you love. When I place my nose on your nape, it is the smell of home.
When I am old and crooked like a tree planted long ago, when the children have children and there isn't much left for us to do, you will have made my life worth living. Whether we still sing for each other or time makes us strangers, you will have taught me how to love the way a mother does; fruitfully and without ego. You will have taught me how to love myself.
If one day your body no longer combs the earth, if you have been uprooted or swallowed by something vicious and unfair, I will weep long enough to flood the driest river bed. Even the salt from my eyes would be enough to kill flowers but I will go on living for you. I will live because when I say I love you - you say you love me too.
Sometimes loving one another will be a difficult adventure. We'll disagree on dumb things like coffee to sugar ratios or which side of the family to spend Christmas with. You'll forget to replace the toilet paper roll and I'll steal every blanket from under your feet. There will be witnesses to our bad moods and bickering and some will wonder how on earth we ever made it here. Sometimes we'll even wonder the same thing and when that happens, we must remember not all fair blossoms grow easily.
Before I met you, I thought to love somebody was to have a friend that you kiss and tell. This friend would be there to make your belly a circuit of butterflies and they were somebody you had to always look your best for. Now I know that loving somebody does not mean hiding your hiccups, it means having hiccups together. When you look to the freckles and scars on my belly, you see them as constellations leading to the woman you love. When I place my nose on your nape, it is the smell of home.
When I am old and crooked like a tree planted long ago, when the children have children and there isn't much left for us to do, you will have made my life worth living. Whether we still sing for each other or time makes us strangers, you will have taught me how to love the way a mother does; fruitfully and without ego. You will have taught me how to love myself.
If one day your body no longer combs the earth, if you have been uprooted or swallowed by something vicious and unfair, I will weep long enough to flood the driest river bed. Even the salt from my eyes would be enough to kill flowers but I will go on living for you. I will live because when I say I love you - you say you love me too.
Carter and I went to Banff to celebrate 4 years of being together. We're not usually the type that plans romantic getaways or special days for ourselves but sometimes it's nice to have a celebration. Before checking into our hotel room, we stopped at the Quarry Lake in Canmore for ham sandwiches and a swim.
Wearing: White Dress • Goodwill || Hat • Eau Claire Market || Boots • DNA Footwear
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