Sunday, June 6, 2010


My best friend wrote a simple, beautiful blog post about her day, and this part grabbed me by the guts...
And for over an hour, I laid on my back patio with Taos laying next to me, and I watched the airplanes fly by, and listened to my Britt. Soaking up every word she was saying, loving the fact that we were spilling our guts out. Hoping that she could feel my love for her. Wishing we weren't always thousands of miles away.
I wish that all the time. It has been three years since I've seen her face, felt her hug or experienced her feisty, Salvadorian attitude. So much has happened. I miss my other half.