for my anchor


To my anchor, with love;

T’was 8 1/2 years ago that I met a sweet boy in the woods; so unassuming, so beardless.  I fed him granola bars and apple juice while he told me bad jokes and of his time spent in Africa.

I had no idea the joy and wonder that sweet beginning held; the children; the road trips; the growth; the tilling; the harvests; the kitchen dance parties; the tears; the belly laughs, the ukulele filled nights; the fires; the beard; the parenting; the stretching; the bending and breaking of rules; the homes; the comforts; the challenges.  I am quite certain that I will look back on this day 8 1/2 years down the road and be just as amazed + grateful for this deep-rooted love.

After all these years I am still drunk with love.

And for the record,  Home is wherever I’m with you.

go gently + be wonderful


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  1. Posted February 14, 2012 at 3:46 pm by Tonya - Plain and Jo | Permalink

    So beautiful – enjoy your day together.
    Blessings, Tonya

  2. Posted February 14, 2012 at 9:20 pm by KC | Permalink

    That’s too sweet! I were him I’d be blushing under that beard. Hope you had a wonderful day together!

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