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I wish I was a spray can.

I woke up with JM this morning and we had all intentions of going out for breakfast, but we so seldom get to just be together. We bailed on our own plans, and, instead, just stayed in bed together until about  an hour ago.
I feel pretty good about life right now - we are happy and planning a fruitful future while painting a beautiful present for the both of us. I'm really unsure when we were last this happy, but truly don't care. And while there are things I surely hope will happen sooner rather than later, I am so pleased with where he and I are and how far we've come, that the sooner will be here soon enough and, if not, the later is okay too.
I want to bottle this feeling of having nowhere else to be, but having endless opportunities, of having enough love to feed the world all packed into our respectably small-sized house, of feeling confident in our plans and scared of them all at the same time, and of knowing even if I ceased to exist tomorrow it would happen to a version of me who is confident I have lived on this earth a full and purposeful existence.
He has left for the day since I started writing this. He's on his way to a friend's to watch Sunday football. The Eagles are playing. And I, well, I am on my way to my first photo shoot in months. I was actually just lamenting about that yesterday. I haven't taken my gorgeous DLSR out of the case since I photographed Greg marrying Kristen in May. Seems sinful, doesn't it? I used to find great passion in taking photos. I would drive with my Canon on the passenger seat, charged, loaded, and ready to capture so that if, at any moment, an opportunity presented itself, I too would be ready to capture. Maybe this afternoon's shoot is the start of that desire again. I have a passion for photography -- I shouldn't stifle it. Let's see where today takes us -- no major commitments, just a love of an art and the hunt for a subject. I'll let you know how it goes.

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Cary McNeal said…
"The sooner will be here soon enough and, if not, the later is okay too." Yes. I'm going to frame this for my wall.

I'm glad you're happy, Ali.

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