So Happy I Could Burst

Sometimes I think about what my plan for life was. I was going to work hard, go to grad school, play the field, and travel all the time. I was eventually going to settle down (as much as us nomads can "settle down") with somebody from another place, and we would learn each other's language and laugh at all the little misunderstandings we ran into.

Confession time: Sometimes, I'm really sad that my life didn't turn out that way. Usually it comes towards the end of winter, when I'm feeling as dreary as the weather.

And then, like spring, happiness comes creeping back around, bud by bud, dew drop by dew drop, and suddenly happiness is blooming again.

And there's rarely anything that can put words to how I feel, but right now this is pretty close: Sitting there in your pajamas & all the time in the world & if I could keep any moment it would be this: watching you & holding my breath with the wonder of it all.

If this bubble ever bursts and I'm left on my own, I hope I can still remember what it's like to feel this way.