full of moxie and viscosity

Today is one of those days where I am in such appreciation of the smaller things. The CHiPs style sunglasses I got at Fred Meyer yesterday. A long, soapy bath to Azure Ray, Mum and Coldplay. Brooke Pedersen (she's not a smaller thing... I should have said a CALL from Brooke Pedersen. That was the small thing). Distance. Blossoms.

And also today, a sort of long-burning realization came to a pretty intense, smoky head. In all honesty, I don't even know how to express this. It is the one thing I have nothing but good feelings for, and always have... I can express an ounce of pain for fourteen pages, but the magnitude of this asset is so great that I can't even say it without dwarfing its importance in my life. I guess I have to, the curse of these earthly words will have to reign over this passage for a little while just so I can at least communicate this to the masses (curse the words! why are they never enough?)...

My family.
I have to say short phrases now, only because if I begin to write, I will never stop. We four people make more than any passage could define, but I am overwhelmed and frustrated, so I will just write what I can now...
love
honesty
security
faith
love
love
hope
trust
laughter
song
warmth
love
(LOVE IS SUCH A SMALL WORD. WHO ONLY GAVE IT FOUR LETTERS? IT DESERVES AN ENTIRE LANGUAGE.)

I love my family. (even now, I feel like crying because that is nowhere close to saying what I feel inside. curse these words for even existing. perhaps if the feeling stayed inside it would be more potent...)