First February Weekend

I will write about the conference I attended sometime soon but I have to say that I wish, deeply, to document this weekend. I can't because too much happened. It is hard to make connections between bodies concrete. It is hard to explain what happens when people laugh and eat and share.

It is hard to explain how much I love.

It is even harder to explain how quickly the world is moving, how much it is snowing, and how I cannot believe that in a few short days, I will be on a plane to Tahoe to learn to ski. I cannot do much other than say that the winter is ending, despite the snow. It was light until almost 5 last night. And the night did not matter.

"You keep the pantry light on?" he asked.
"Only when I'm alone."
"You can turn it off tonight."

Tonight, it is back on. But alone cannot and will not be synonymous with lonely.

Let's break it down.

Friday: dinner at Mexican place with CA, ML, LM, and MD. He met all my friends from work. Everything about that afternoon was spontaneous. Everything about it, from his singing a song across the table to LM to MD's comment that, "He's from good people" made me want to burst. Without CA, we had first gone to the museum and dog-sat. It was put together by the moment and everyone's lack of desire to go home. It ended with me in his arms feeling perfectly where I needed to be.

Saturday: Conference. Amazing. Dinner and reading and being pulled closely by CA. Even better. I loved every moment of that night. Every single moment. It is not possible to have a bad day with him.

Sunday: kissing in the most lovely way. Brunch with Amber. Superbowl and turkey-burgers with S.

"Everything good and bad leaves an emptiness when it is gone. If it was bad, the emptiness fills up on its own. If it was good, it takes something better to fill it." - Ernest Hemingway.

Life continues to grow.