walking and thinking
Sunday, February 4th, 2007The "fresco" in the pseudo italian setting of the Venetian hotel offered no solace for the longing. I walked not minding my family as they window shopped at candy coated prices at Dooney and Burke. I was thinking of one thing and one thing only. I wish I could be with Mads. I wish I was with her… Really really really be with her - and bid no more goodbyes.
It’s her birthday. It’s my Mad’s Birthday. It is her day and her man cannot be there to help her celebrate. I couldn’t be there to give her flowers in the morning, make her pancakes for her breakfast in bed and be her escort as she wears her most beautiful self.
In the van on the way home after dinner, I see the bright yellow moon floating over the eastern mountains. This moon will kiss her face tonight when she stares at is just as I am staring at it right now.
I miss my Mads. It will be innevitable. We’ll celebrate everything between New years day and Christmas… together we will be.
I’ll be home soon. Even if there will be no special occassion… We’ll celebrate still just cause we’re together. Soon Mads… I love you.
