it's misty out. and the giant's are playing. but we decide to venture out into october, with a bounce in our step to see what we can find.

she's feisty and when she's feisty i'm all giggles and grins and nuzzling into her shoulder to whisper back to her wisecracks.

we're in a time capsule, traipsing backwards in time to our first stomping grounds, where at a window seat we "fumbled and touched" as she so adeptly put it then. then was a year and change ago and wow how my heart still skips for her, leaps and bounds for her, yearns and cries for her. i feel proud of her, proud of me, proud of the minefields we've navigated together, one carrying the load when the other could not.

and when i'm home at night and when i'm in her arms, i am hope embodied in a girl who found someone to walk beside. and i feel today, like every day, how lucky my life is with her in it.

October 15, 2002