Uniform, per google means, not changing in form or character; remaining the same in all cases and at all times. In other words, it’s being consistent. Who doesn’t need some consistency in their life? In thinking about this word I realize my life isn’t “uniform” nor do I want it to be the same old thing year after year. I like change and the curve balls life throws at me. I think of Amber and how if the universe hadn’t thrown a curve ball into my boring, uniform life then I never would have met her. Are our lives perfect? No…. Are we always happy? Of course not… Do we love each other insanely? Absolutely. Is she the best thing that’s happened to me? Hell, yes! So, thank you Universe! I’ll take the curve balls and change every time, only now I get to take them with my Pretty Girl.
The day Amber and I agreed that I would do her makeup for our upcoming date was one of the most exciting and nerve wrecking things I had agreed to do in years. Amber, to me, is always elegantly put together from her hair and makeup to her clothes, she’s perfect just the way she was when I first met her. It made me panic as we approached the date night because I’m super picky about my hair and makeup, what if she hates how I do it was all I could think. You have to be someone really close to me to see me without my makeup and she was offering me that view of herself. The morning of our date night I woke up and had a new thought… the trust she must have in me to allow me to add to her canvas. This one thought made me smile, my jitters disappeared and I knew I would not disappoint her. Now, I have no daughters, just two boys whom I can’t get to wear collared shirts or brush their hair, they certainly have no desire to play dress up with me. But, that evening as I stroked her face with my brushes I fought tears that kept trying to creep up on me because I realized Amber was filling a void in my existence. It was much more than being romanced or girlfriends getting ready for a night on the town. It was me breathing life into my girl, helping her to bloom. It was me sharing makeup tips I’d learned and getting tips from her in return, stuff I had always imagined i would do with a daughter I will never have. She asked me questions, we laughed and we had actual girl time that was amazing and we looked amazing when we were done. That night changed something in me. It changed how I viewed Amber. It was truly a turning point in our relationship because trust and female friendship had been established. It was a bond, one that find grows stronger everyday.
Mysterious… only in New Orleans could Amber and I capture such a drunken magical picture involving a trash can. This happen to be our first weekend together which made it even more magical.
Beautiful view of an amazing city with my girl Amber. Wildside was such an amazing experience for us and we made so many new and supporting friends.
Warmth is sunshine and happiness. It’s lying in the shade just out of the reach of the sun as you watch it’s rays filter through the trees. It’s an experience you should treasure especially with someone you love. A place Amber and I will definitely have to revisit together.
What does home mean to me? Home is a warm hug, a smile on a rainy day, playfulness with my pretty girl, and in the heart of some I love dearly. In essence, home is where the heart is and where ever Amber resides or goes is what I call home.
Distant, far away
No space or time
Hearts burn fire
A taste unfilled
Distant but not
She’s brassy, tacky
Crass and likes to harass
Abused, used, and rude
Harden by life
She doesn’t care
#brassy #sheilawrites #menageatwo
What is a friend? A friend by definition is someone you know that you have a bond of mutual affection. The term soul mate is one of the first synonyms that comes up for friend when you google it.
The beautiful person in the photo with me is someone I’ve searched for my whole life, my soul mate. I never understood what that meant until I met Amber. I think a friend, a soul mate is someone you can have fun with, be silly with, cry to when you need a shoulder or ear, and an anchor when the storms of life are tossing you around. This picture represents our fun, silly, and playful side of our unique relationship.
Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets. The first poem I ever read of his was “The Road Not Taken” written in 1915 just before America entered WWI in 1917. I didn’t realize until quite a while later what it really meant, I just knew it touched me.
What’s interesting about this poem and endears Frost to me is that the poem was actually a joke at the expense of his good friend Edward Thomas whom was also a poet. Edward was a very indecisive man and after a walk in the woods with Frost one day Frost wrote “The Road Not Taken” as a joke. Frost read the poem to some college students and they loved it but took it seriously. Frost was quoted as saying, “I’m never more serious than when joking.” Edward did not take the meaning of this poem as a joke when Frost sent it to him. He took it as serious reflection to take decisive action and joined the military to fight in the war. He would die two months later in France.
The point behind this blog tonight is how powerful words are and how everyone’s perception of them are different. The whole meaning of it is a single decision can change a person’s life. This poem means something different to me now, it reflects my decision to accept the most vulnerable parts of a man I love and how it’s given me the most beautiful woman I could ever desire. Amber is truly my “pretty girl.” So here’s a poem for her…
The Road Not Taken — by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.