more than you know.

Maybe you'll never notice.

Because you are fireworks, and I am pale skies.

And you are trumpets and claxons, while I am a single harp string.

And I have shy eyes and quiet hands,

   and where you are the chorus and the thunder of waves,

      I am only a breeze ruffling the grass in the faint and milky dawn.

but

I love you

more than you know.

From my new obsession.

Breckan.

This boy is hilarious.
He's my 7 year old nephew, and I love him to pieces.
If I'm ever having a horrible day, he knows how to make me smile.


Lately he's had some obsession with pulling his pants up to his armpits. The first time he did it, he told me his name was Steve Urkle. Then a few nights ago, he came up with a pair of Kyle's pajama pants pulled up to his neck. He's the greatest.

He always keeps us laughing.