Sixteen years ago
We met on the web
You, a long haired hippie
I, a blossom-late kind of kid

Who knew that all these years later
We’d still be in a web
You, the short haired pilot
I, the blogging-photographer whiz

Years pass so quickly
This we fully know
And while we tangle, untangle, and re-tangle
You and I will always be “nailed”

Happy NAILS Anniversary, DocDeath
Love,
Mishi

Can you believe it’s been a year since you last donned the crisp white shirt?
Out on Mondays, in on Saturdays; it was a schedule we seemingly got used to
Now it’s time to train ourselves for this agenda once more
Seeing you in the shirt, though, is definitely a thing I love
Epaulets, wings, your flight kit in tow;  you are the pilot who flies circles around my heart, &
Nothing can top that feeling, in the depths of my belly, when you return to me
That being said, I’ll always be here waiting for you to come home

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I incorporated “Consent” into my writing,  for 100 Words, a little differently this time.   I was inspired to do it like this because when Michael talked to the chief pilot about taking on this new job he told him that he’d have to talk to me about it before taking it.  I—of course—gave him my wholehearted consent.  I’m excited about Michael’s new job.  I wish him the best, vowing to always be waiting in the wings, beaming with pride.     This past year’s been difficult, but it’s also been a blessing.    I love you, Michael.  Full throttle, baby.

100 Words

I’m sure he missed us all, but I’m positively sure he missed his little buddy the most.

Tonight Davey woke up a little after going to bed and was quite confused.  He was crying about the train, the airplane, going to “Mama’s house”, and how he didn’t want to go on or to any of those.   Only two seconds later to shriek that he wanted to go on or to any of those.   Poor kid.   Traveling is tough for adults, let alone a precocious three year old.

He did well, but there will be no more traveling, in his future, for a long while.

It’s time… It’ time to buckle down into the second semester of school for Ze Bigs.  It’s time to get back to routines.  It’s time to readjust and breathe easier.  It’s time to develop a menu and exercise plan.  It’s time to be positive and it’s time to leave the negative behind.   It’s time to kiss goodnight and wake up refreshed and ready to face the day.

Time is like the wind, it lifts the light and leaves the heavy.

—Doménico Cieri Estrada