We had a lot of fun participating our first February Photo Fest! It was especially fun to see all the creative ideas from the other bloggers. Sir really enjoyed sharing the whole process with me, from coming up with ideas to the final edit and everything in between. It was a great way for us…
His hands are the roots of a tree And I am the dirt I feed him, and he feeds me He has extraordinary hands. They are big and rough, a working man’s hands, covered in callouses and cuts of all shapes and sizes. There is grime under his fingernails, and he leaves smudges on door…
His instructions were very specific, and they terrified her and excited her at the same time. Her hands trembled as she read the note over again for the third time, hanging onto every letter, making sure she understood every last detail written on the page. My dearest pet, You are to wear the fishnets and…
All the colors Of the rainbow Hidden ‘neath my skin Hearts have colors Don’t we all know? Red runs through our veins Feel the fire burning up Inspire me with blood Of blue and green I have hope Inside is not a heart But a kaleidoscope -Sara Bareilles
It goes against human nature to allow yourself to be completely vulnerable. We have developed ways to protect ourselves from both physical and emotional harm, and learning to let down those protections has proven quite difficult for me. I see it, though, the benefit of letting go and showing him that I trust him enough…