And so it became that the two little lovebirds flew off together to build themselves a warm little nest, and on their journey they overcame many obstacles. Battles were waged, cities on fire as they catapulted over gleaming steaming towers of never-used Christmas platters, all that crap that ends up in the Junk Drawer she swore she would never even designate as a Junk Drawer but that willed itself into existence anyway to clutter her kitchen with unidentifiable metal bits and pieces, and mounds of the four year old's books that the twenty-seven year old won't throw out because they remind her that once upon a time the four year old was three, two, one.
...And the nest was filled with love and loud noises, noises of people coming and going and playing cards and guitars 'til the wee hours of morning, and the Mama of the nest discovered with glee that it is actually possible to be a good mother and still have rockers crashing on her couch. And together the dynamic threesome formed a team, a collective, a magnificent One, and they dubbed themselves The Stephke Collective, and from that day on there was peace (and a little occasional grumbling) in the land.
I am finding new things to love about this man. I am finding that not only is he really and truly a businessman on so many levels, but that I'm actually attracted to him for that reason. Me. Attracted to someone who, on occasion, wears a suit. Wha?
Posted by stephanie at November 6, 2005 09:52 AM