Corruption

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Got walked in on by my mother-in-law tonight.  She came in from work and I yelled, "Oops!" and  skulked away from Loverpants like I had no idea what kind of shenanigans her son was trying to pull on me, right there in the kitchen, at a time when other families were probably just sitting down to watch the 700 Club. Fresh one that Loverpants. Well, I'm not sure what my mother-in-law saw or if she was going for the Academy Award for Actress in a Supporting Role but she feigned exhaustion and said she wasn't hungry and would just need to head to bed.

Oh, and did we have a good time today?

Adore that woman.

It's hard to chart how I got here, how an overachieving schoolgirl from the homogenous suburbs of Cleveland --who was busy concentrating on the mysteries of the Holy Rosary when she could have been unleashing the mysteries of the High School Boy--gets invited to the lifelong dance with the dreamy sweet Korean-Canadian and works in and travels to interesting places and makes beautiful babies and builds McMansions for chickens out of UPS boxes.

Come to think of it, I wonder what those chickens saw in the kitchen tonight?

Corrupting the good Korean boy since 1999, one unseemly face mash at a time.

The Lees and a Lee-to-Be

Above: Christmas 2004, Loverpants and I were engaged and his family still had time to press eject but they didn't and now they're stuck with me. I love them so much.

Planetarium

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Today you and I had a farewell afternoon date at the planetarium. Because geekdom aside, sometimes it's nice to sit in a dark room and look up at the stars and ponder the infinite.

As far as I have seen, you and I? We've been orbiting around each other for quite some time.

In the light of eternity, however, your life and mine are but a twinkle. Tiny specks of stardust.

Gazing at the skyscape today --somewhere in between when you drifted off and the Star Wars boy tuned in--there was mention of these exoplanets. Existing within this same galaxy. Revolving around their own little stars. Some with storms that go on for a hundred years or more.

Which made me think about this microgalaxy you and I inhabit, and the gravity that pulls us closer, closer against threats of meteors that strike and throw us off-kilter.

I considered that storm that sometimes feels as though it's been thundering through me for hundreds of years. Strong and fierce, rumbling and consuming.

Today let's live in the light of the same star, trying hard not to eclipse one another, holding our places in this galaxy, vast and full of unknowns. Wherever I am next to you, though, I must be home.