Happy anniversary sweetheart. Today marks 17 years since we woke up to wash lanterns in the rain–the day may have started off rough, and our plans well–were shot–but what a storied night!
I’ve been trying to find the photo on which the digital drawing above was based, but I’ve lost it somewhere since I completed the piece. I love it because it’s a close-up of your face and I can see the blue of your eyes called out by the blue of your glasses. They’ve always been one of my very favorite things about you (and let’s be frank, this is the safer one to write about). I love looking into your eyes–and love seeing your emotions playing in them.
My heart to thee an answer makes,
William Stanley Braithwaite
O long, slow whisper of the sea,
Whose charm of mournful music wakes
A dream, a memory.
Touched hands, met lips, and soft fair speech —
Soul’s silence to the past replies,
When love and hope illumined each,
Within a girl’s blue eyes.
Happy anniversary, my love.
Oh, and…
Love you!
