This morning I woke up to snowy sunshine streaming through the tiny gap in my dark curtains. The kind of sunshine that bounces off the crystal white ground in Febuary and blinds you. Making you squint and wonder how pretty your green eyes must look in all that shimmery morning light. I woke up to a note on my kitchen counter telling me that you were running late. Telling me to get some good sleep. Telling me you loved me. A squiggly heart by your name. The handwriting I’ve known so well since 4 years ago.
This weekend brought so much magic and love to my birthday, our 1 bedroom apartment housing 5 people for the weekend, it wasnt the smallest quarters we have all spent together, but it sure was close. Looking into the eyes of my blue eyed brother cuddling Saturday morning in our twin bed. Sunday morning in the living room with my mama and muppet headed dog. Watching her sing and bob her head. She is a gorgeous goddess and her laughter fills up our apartment and makes it a home. Market mornings and my dad finally showing life and laughter in his eyes, he for sure is stubborn willed, but he will always be my daddy.
They will forever be my family <3.
At seven I met you for coffee at Starbucks across the street. You ate your messy blueberry muffin and laughed your loud laugh, the one that echos through any room and infects the ones around you with unknowing smiles. Talked on your cell phone while I pretended to read the business section and wished I had washed my hair. Brown braids to disguise the fact that I have been too busy to shower, tight brown sweatpants and a paisley orange tank. Mustard cashmere scarf but next to you I sense all my imperfections so I drink my coffee and avert my eyes. Promise to wash the orange and blue nailpolish off when I get home and tell you I want to learn to play the piano. Oh, there are so many things I’m dying to do. These days are slipping through my chipped nailpolish fingernails but now I’m ready to grab onto them. You’re ocean eyes are pretty but it’s your zest for life that’s got me checking my phone to see if you texted while on your first trip down that highway alone. It’s your passion and your drive.The little things. When your latte is gone you walk me to thecar and tickle me. Your scruffy beard grazing my face, sandpaper on my tan cheeks.
