These pictures are the last we took before you left.
Hey my love,
I am happy I had a day that I could catch you online so frequently. I wish I could hold you. I wish I could physically be next you. Something that is so easy, but so impossible right now. You are forever, a day's worth of travel away from me. I cannot wait for the date that sends you back to me. I just want to be with you.
Sigh.
Time keeps on passing and another day is done.
Today was good. I had the day off and I just hung around the house. I did some laundry and mowed the back yard. I wish you hadn't left you computer charger in your class, so we could have watched a movie. Maybe you would have been to busy anyway. I would like to read your paper, the first one deserved more credit than you gave it. I think you said some insightful things. I never considered the internet as a way to connect with a more "primal" nature. I guess it seems like such a unintuitive idea. Technology seems to be evolution, but then again with the new attitudes to processing information it seems culturally degenerating. Even though information intake habits seem less effective, it is also important to consider how available it makes information. I remember you telling me something about the development of private and public live in relation to "mating" habits. You are a smart woman. A very beautiful and smart woman that I will love for all eternity.
The sky was hazy from all of the wildfires around the area. There are big fires in Arizona and southern Colorado. It was so hazy that I could see the shape of the sun with my naked eye. I took a lot of pictures because I feel like it is a privilege to see the sun like that. While I was in the street in front of Colin's house and man pulled up and asked why the sky was the way it was. His name was Paul and he lived in the blue house a few doors down from Colin. I saw a lady bug in Colin's front yard. Remember the day before you left, we saw the lady bug. I am beginning to get sentimental :)
The kids and I played host to a BBQ tonight and watched the game. Miami won. It was nice to have people over, I think the kids liked it too. Sterling ate a macaroni and cheese, bacon burger with a doughnut bun.
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106
When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme
In the praise of ladies dead and lovely knights;
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have expressed
Ever such a beauty as you now master.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring,
And, for they looked but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your worth to sing:
For we, which now behold these present days,
Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
I love you my wife.
Your loving husband.
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