“Treated walls care for me, when crossings call out one of three.”
“Only child take good care I wouldn’t like you playing falling there.”
To James Blake Litherland, the boy I married in a heartbeat on a day like this:
We are so lucky. I’m so glad it’s you, I’m so glad U are U, my bone and my flesh. They ask me about love, how do you describe a lifetime? We are so lucky and I am luckier. Everything we’ve lost we haven’t lost, you’ll be here at the end, like you were in the middle before I could talk. They ask me why I have no words. Knuckles that haven’t cracked.
Every dimension, space unfound, I have known a big “God”. I have met the Most High. You are my song of praise, my sound of thanks, the prayer I’m praying. Still know the same. Nothing missing. Lifetimes in a moment. Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. Everything. Present.
To look at you is answered prayer. “Prayer” - let there be light, let waters be gathered, on earth and in heaven they’ve never ceased. This far we’ve come and more further, farther here all their proud waves stop & our shame rolled back, gilgal. I could go on and on and on and on… in every lifetime, in every dimension you are
Happy 17 years of marriage to James Blake Litherland my favourite, favourite, only and favourite & oh, that thing where “this person is made for me, with me, by* me and there’s no one else, no one better, only us.” type thing. Forever forever forever forever. FOUR & EVER.
Speed of motion, speed of light. Me + you x you + me x no one else. 🌻☄️🌻☄️.
*by a preposition from prae ‘before’ + ponere ‘to place’
** remember, we updated this last year.
