Shared an idea with my bride this morning and her feedback might have broken my brain. I love this woman. Can’t think of a good title. See aforementioned comment about broken brain.
Tag Archives: My Bride
February 14 2020: Valentines Day
Happy Valentines Day. I have some lovely, simple and beautiful plans with my wonderful bride this evening.
Te amo, Corazon.
Day 323: Untitled
No title for today’s piece. It feels rough and unfinished. But I’m writing poetry again and if it’s a little raw, so be it.
It’s been a little while since I waxed romantic so without further ado…
Day 290: Morning Muse
I woke up to the wonderful sight that inspired today’s poem. If ever any evidence was needed that I married well…
Day 235: Disconnect and Dance
Writing this poem this morning while sitting across from my bride as soft music plays. Hard not to get a little romantic.
Disconnect and Dance
Day 136: Your Smile
Just admiring my bride this morning as she smiles. Her happiness makes me happy.
Day 122 & Day 123: A Sunset and Indigestion, Intestinal Rebellion
I’ll allow yesterday’s and the day before’ poems to explain my recent silence.
One definite bright spot amidst all this–I am so glad I was home for this, if for no other reason than because I was able to enjoy a gorgeous waterside sunset with my bride from the comfort of our bedroom. The image heading this post was actually the view from our window.
Sunset and Indigestion
Day 187: My Bride Paints Octopuses
Fun fact, in English the plural form of octopus is octopuses, octopodes is the old Greek plural, and octopi is simply incorrect all around unless you yourself are an octopus because it’s inclusive. There’s your random bit of trivia for the day!
My bride is an artist. A pretty darn good one in my opinion. We’re both animal lovers but I’ve got a passion for weird and wonderful creatures. Octopuses have been something of a running joke with us that’s now transcended humor to become a symbol of happiness for us. Once we decided to move to an island my bride painted an octopus. It hangs on the wall of our living room. Our conversation this morning over breakfast and coffee turned to the painting and the others around it. She thinks of octopuses when she thinks of me and is painting. I’m flattered.
Her painting is the header image for this post.
My Bride Paints Octopuses
Day 179: Dying Roses
For my love.
Day 178: Bands
I sat down today to do my poem and realized I had forgotten to put on my wedding band. I always put it on first thing in the morning and somehow it slipped by me today. There is a profound sense of wrongness that always accompanies the absence of my wedding band from my finger. Not seeing it, not feeling it where it was supposed to be immediately drove me to correct that. That feeling and the thoughts it aroused in me are what served as today’s inspiration.