From the moment I walked through the front door at 8:45 am and saw you laying on the couch - groggy with adorable bed-head - to the moment you stood on my doorstep at 11:30 pm and whispered those parting words:
I'm so happy you chose me, I was deliriously happy.
If ever there was a moment that could be captured within the stillness of a photo to be kept on the wall, my wallet or somewhere between my eyes and the back of my head that would forever personify my joy, it would have been last night. I'm afraid there is no hope of describing this picture. While they have been said to be worth a thousand words, I do not feel our numerical system could ever conquer this memory. It is uncontainable, uncontrollable, and too perfectly full of joy, passion and music to ever succumb to a simple one thousand words. Though if there is a number of words that could ever describe the joy and adoration between us in that moment, maybe I could beg, borrow or steal some of them to explain how euphoric I was during the time that my heart seemingly stopped so that all my energy could be used to focus on you.
ReplyDeleteMaybe... but it is doubtful.