wasn't it just the other day, we were walking hand in hand through the park, and all the flowers smiled up at us and we couldn't see beyond tomorrow?

wasn't it just the other day, we were talking about names, about places, about going, about staying, about this-ing, and that-ing?

wasn't it just the other day, the world stood still under our feet, and we felt the soft rumble of the Earth's rotation stop, and all we could feel was the coolness and the grass, and all there was, was us, and the universe?

wasn't it just the other day, we were young, healthy, running along the beach laughing, throwing stones into the blue, gazing down at our sand colored feet and wondering how far they'd go together?

wasn't it just the other day?

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I often wonder how the fancy china feels, sitting there in it's display cabinet so many months, only to be brought out for a flurry of activity in the final waning two months of the year. Does it think "oh, we're so special, we only get used twice a year," or does it think "they've finally remembered we're here. We were beginning to think they'd forgotten about us."

We always get out the fancy china for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Our kids even eat on it...even though we only have four place settings of the stuff...and only four of the fancy silver as well. We've just never expanded. Maybe someday.

But for now, we're only fancy twice a year.

In other thoughts, tomorrow is our anniversary. Fourteen years (if my math is correct). I know all the statistics say we should be getting on with the divorce already, but right now we don't have the time for that sort of nonsense. When I look another fourteen years down the road, I still see myself with the same woman. I can't see myself with anyone else. She completes me. We have our struggles, our ups and downs, we get tired and don't spend as much time as we should with each other, but that's all just right now...the kid years, I'm going to call them, I think. Those fast and furious years with kids when you act more like a united front against another warring faction than like lovers (we are outnumbered now, you know). When it blows over one day, and all is quiet in the house again, I'll look over at her and say "Hey there, you..." Someday, I'll have her all to myself again.

I love her, and I always will. Happy anniversary my love.

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Were it not for you, I would fall. Were it not for you, my feet would slip, my grip would falter. Were it not for you, my mind would wander too far away, get lost, and never come back. Were it not for you, I would step off the Empire State building, thinking I was dreaming, and that I could fly.

You keep me grounded as I dream, you keep me from falling.

Were it not for you, they would not exist. Were it not for you, I wouldn't be the person I am today. Were it not for you, I would withdraw so completely that my shell would be impenetrable. Were it not for you, my life would be pointless and gray. Were it not for you I would be totally, completely, and utterly, lost.

You keep me grounded as I dream, you keep me from falling.

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Come fly with me through pages of history, through visions of the past and the misty dreams of the future. Watch as the quill writes the past and scrawls out the coming era as our summer fufills its reality.

Take my hand and I'll show you the pyramids being built, the moon being walked on. We'll fly over mountains, fields, cities and stand on summits and shout to the heavens. We'll watch stars being born in nebulas and breath the glowing placenta of new life in the cosmos. Laugh with me as we draw pencil mustaches on the four and twenty in the throne room. Listen with me as the laughter of the Almighty fills our ears and we fly away from that scene into invisible time.

Love with me, as we ride into the mid-summer of our lives, eschewing the arrival of our quiet winter together, but prepare with me, as the squirrel does. Smile with me, as we find the face of God in the center of a single flower, and in our maddness, laugh at infinity.

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