Friday, March 9, 2007

To Jason

I love you.

It seems so inadequate. Such tiny little words to express so much. I love you.

Our connection is my lifeblood. You bring my life grace, humor and elegance. And let's not forget meaning.

Heloise wrote to Abelard "Let me have a faithful account of all that concerns you; I would know everything, be it ever so unfortunate. Perhaps by mingling my sighs with yours I may make your sufferings less, for it is said that all sorrows divided are made lighter."

You need not suffer alone. It's something you taught me.

I love you.


dicktar said...

Your husband sounds like an illiterate twit who doesn't deserve your good luvin'. You need a man who understands the joys of works-in-progress, cold sodas, cleaning by creating stacks, and words that end in 'y.'

And I couldn't help but notice that our names rhyme. Coincidence? Maybe. Hot? Definitely.

Yours Truly,


Elizabeth "Beth" Murphy said...


I completely agree. I would love for my husband to really understand and take his own joy and pleasure in his own works-in-progress, cold sodas and stack creating.

He does however seem to get making up words and gesticulations to convey meaning, including "-y" words. So there. *blows raspberry*

Hmm....both our names end in "icktar".... Hot indeed.


k in mn said...

'Icktar'??? Wasn't that a Warren Beaty film?