I know we said we weren't getting each other anything for Valentine's Day, but I can't help it that you already got me something.
Space to write.
Sure, it wasn't for today in particular, but today in particular is a good example, because you are upstairs with our very noisy, un-thought-inspiring 2-year-old, and I am downstairs, tip-typing away on my computer, in peace.
I would never have won NaNoWriMo again (or the first time) without you. I would never have written so many articles and posts and poems without your giving me that time to go into my head, to live temporarily in another world and enjoy writing once more.
Thank you for your faithfulness, your patience, your ability to amuse a toddler, your inventiveness, your generosity, and your love. Your love.
All the writing I've done for the past two and a half years? It's all thanks to you.
I love you, Steve. Happy Valentine's Day.
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2 comments:
Awww...how sweet! And how true. Writing is a gift, and sometimes we can't even give it to ourselves. I am thankful, too, that you have been given space to write. It's been wonderful to glimpse more of your heart and thoughts through your writing.
This is one beautiful photo of you two! It is a good visual representation of the love you write about here. Thanks for sharing your sentiments. It's so nice to see and hear expressions of love from others. And to read your writing!
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