All the words get all clogged up when I try to say them.
Jimi's 40. I've got a lot of thoughts and feeling associated with that milestone; maybe one day I'll blog about them. I keep trying and failing miserably. Mostly, i'm just hoping those first forty years represent only the first third of his life. And that I'm around for the next 2/3.
It's like a magic trick, this still-madly-in-love-after-5-years thing. If I'm not able to convey anything else with my posts here, let it be that I love my man whole-heartedly and without reserve. Seeing him unexepectedly, from around a corner at home or down the aisle at a store, still makes my heart skip a beat - like reality paused for a second so the rest of the world could catch up and recognize "OH! There's my other part."