Tuesday, March 27, 2012

my dear mailbox

dear mailbox.
i feel like we are at a crossroads in our relationship.
a few years ago, i ran to you with joyful anticipation
like a child eager to spy what santa left under the christmas tree. 

but lately you seem to be full of those empty calories i despise-
vs catalogs-penny saver-amex preapproval
those things that fulfill for a brief moment and then leave me empty.
why do i dread you so mr. mailbox when we had such a long love affair?
the truth is...i love to fill sustained
you remind me that handwritten words have morphed
 into email-texts-facebook messages-tweets.
yes, you are right mr. mailbox, i do bask in the speed of technology;
but i miss the letter penned by a loved one. 
love notes-thank yous-birthday hellos sitting eagerly waiting to be retrieved from that curbside box.
you see sir, if we continue on this path of you delivering just "junk"
your purpose will be lost and we will no longer need each other.
that makes me sad.

i miss your purpose.
i miss handwritten notes from mom.
what do you miss?

your curbside lover

Friday, March 23, 2012

i'm late, i'm late...for a very important date!

my dear amber.

i didn't forget your birthday, i was just taking a page from your book and trying out late.
you were 17 {very long}days late 23 years {and 1 day}ago.
after a day of lateness...it fits well.  i might try it more often!

you changed my heart {and body} forever on that early evening of your long awaited arrival.
in an attempt to regain that pre-baby figure, the two of us quickly became running partners.
yep-here you are on your very first run!

little did i know, this every other day routine we fell into would become a way of life for the two of us.

as you begin year 23, we are busy training for 26.2
thanks for being the best workout partner ever...
at the gym and on the road!

you are amazing & happy birthday,
mama bird