Update on my head: Having bad head pains so the doctor is scheduling a CAT scan for me in the next few days...we will see whats up or if it even tells us anything...
So yesterday was BuffinMuffin's birthday. We went out to a restaurant for happy hour with some friends and then went out to some bars. Muffin and I had one of the best times of our lives just being together and dancing and enjoying St. Patrick's day. I even got to drink green beer-something which I have never done before! The highlight of the night was giving her her birthday present. I got her a ring from Tiffany's she has been eyeing...a sterling silver mesh ring. She was shocked and loves it and keeps showing it off. Happy birthday baby! This poem by Pablo Neruda (my favorite poet) is for her:
Love Sonnet XVII
by Pablo Neruda
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
So yesterday was BuffinMuffin's birthday. We went out to a restaurant for happy hour with some friends and then went out to some bars. Muffin and I had one of the best times of our lives just being together and dancing and enjoying St. Patrick's day. I even got to drink green beer-something which I have never done before! The highlight of the night was giving her her birthday present. I got her a ring from Tiffany's she has been eyeing...a sterling silver mesh ring. She was shocked and loves it and keeps showing it off. Happy birthday baby! This poem by Pablo Neruda (my favorite poet) is for her:
Love Sonnet XVII
by Pablo Neruda
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
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I hope you get everything taken care of as far as your headaches go. We all want you feeling better.