My Grandparents have rocking chairs on the front porch of their Victorian house. The kind that you imagine when you think of Grandparents sitting out on the front porch. Complete with drinking tea, Grandma talking on the phone to one of her kids and Grandpa yelling in a word or two. And most importantly rocking away the afternoon.
I still dream that we will be like them sitting on the porch with my iced tea and kindle but more importantly you would be by my side. This month has been the hardest of my life. I sit in a daze at work when I should be adding more boards to Pinterest or commenting away on Facebook while I remember the raw painful words that shook me to the fucking core. I know that we are one of the lucky ones to have found a love so pure, deep and soul shaking. As I walked around the yard with you while you planted plum seeds from the backyard I can only hope that one day we will be that lucky to sit on the porch and rock the time away.