oh, happy day!

on a pretty regular basis it occurs to me, maybe while i'm doing the dishes or riding my bike, i even start to giggle to myself, that i'm thrilled to bits and really very lucky to have a partner in RK.
sometimes, it overcomes me so, that i'm compelled to call him at work or find him in the apartment and tell him that thought exactly. on more than one occasion, we're having a good laugh, shaking our heads with not just a little bit of awe, over how much we like each other and therefore, how much time we spend with one another.

the other day, i was going through a stack of notebooks: tons of little and big books i sketch ideas in and tape scraps of paper with ideas, and words i like, and postcards that i've found, and still shots that speak to me....and on and on.
i'd always really loved these big, visual journals these artists that i admired kept (that weren't just ideas, but real miniture art pieces meant for viewing) and, years ago, wanted to try my hand at it. so, while going through this stack, i ran across my one and only attempt at it. i'd started it when i first met RK and i was trying to visually explain what was going. i think the pages are pretty silly now but they still make me smile because, in their silliness, you can feel how madly in love i'd fallen with the boy...