Tuesday, April 21, 2009
A few months before I met My Guy, I purchased a glorious hand beaded journal with beautifully textured recycled paper. At first, I used this to slowly collect quotes, poems and lyrics that caught my fancy. Then, I met My Guy. It wasn't until well after we started dating that I found myself adding entries into it almost daily with pretty words and phrases he would send my way. We would instant messages back and forth over AOL IM (remember that!?) and leave cutesy away messages for each other. I started recording all of these magical tidbits not wanting to ever forget the butterflies or smiles or tears that they would conjure up. I recorded (in my best handwriting) poems about us, and about me, he had written (he was a creative writing major - and damn - he's good), slews of our text messages, emails, lovely words spoken, and lyrics to our soundtrack.
After nearly five years, my book is full. And such a treasure it is.