More Than Love

4 February 2010 

This is unfamiliar territory in my life. I’m at a point of absolute devotion and infatuation and just such saturating emotions in my relationship that I find the word “love” doesn’t cover it. I think that the word is over used, commercial, popular, often over stated, dramatized, and usually a jumped to conclusion that fades away.

My situation, part of me feels like it’s completely unique to us. Another part, however, thinks “how truly sad would it be if no one loved as much as we”

I am realistic and I understand that such strong emotions carry a pleasantly but perplexing toxin that vexes ones straight and forward logical understanding of life in comparison. Simply bewitching sweet thick perfume that can wrap you up in the feeling that you own, all of them, even the more deeply felt ones. Wrap you up tight and hugging you warmly in a magical sunrise moment of sheer emotions.

This exceptional ecstasy of thoughts and feeling that create such a deep dark purple hue of seriously concentrated love is flowing like a wild dancing river deep inside me every time I so much as see his face.  When He holds me he quiets the rushing rapids to a tranquil peaceful and elegant shade of summer sky blue. Sparkling and simply dazzling like the ocean that moves in each iris of his passionate caring eyes. Eyes one could more than “get lost in”. Simply a glance is felt through my spine, my flesh, my heart, my soul. A deep stare creates a rabbit hole like wonderland, and I become Alice, forever tumbling in a world of emotions like a strange high that I cannot understand. It’s simply a beautiful madness. But, madness I’d gladly build my home, and forever live gaily in.

His strong tender arms present a comfort, warm and soft like a thick velour blanket I could fall asleep in. Yet strong and very much of a man, liked to those substantial beams of wood that hold up and support the whole house. These arms “build” a beautiful caring strong structured home. One I feel truly safe in.

His heart is like a slow cooked stew. A rich broth of honest devout emotions. A hearty mix of meat and potatoes that can satisfy even the most starved heart, leaving you simply “stuffed” with true love. On top of this, a good for you blend of veggies and herbs, each one representing his good intentions and his need to fix anything that ails you. Like sitting at your bedside and holding you when you cry or no reason. This soup is almost fattening if you add in this incurable desire to spoil and serve me for no reason.

Making love to him, always reaching a higher cloud each time we embrace each other. Helping me to realize the sky is truly endless, as is the perfect heaven I feel, heart pounding, sweat dripping, kissing deeper, when we are one. The lack of words to describe the absolutely awesome moment of  our simultaneous sparkling finish as we rest and smile together blooming, blushing, panting from the sheer magnificence of our accomplishment.

Dreams of him painted on every day, as well the vivid ones that enchant me through the night. Dreams of our plans, our future. Dreams of us growing old together. Dying in each others arms, and then soaring through the cosmos as one for the remainder of our eternity. Dreams of him, dreaming of me.

Oh how sweetly he sleeps. Many moments I have spent watching him sleep. Even photographing it, as though it might be the last time I get to see it.

How does one thank somebody for this? How would I show appreciation for giving me this extensive, eternal, deep, perfect gift of love, and beyond? For giving me beautiful sunrises and sunsets in my future? Celebrations with families’ together, embracing, arm in arm, simple meals, lavish romantic dinners, moments, dates, nights cuddled togthers, mornings waking up tangled together, or just arms to fall into? How I ask shall I thank him?

All I can do, I suppose, is spend eternity giving all this back to him within my ability. Nay, beyond, for he deserves no less than (more than) perfection.

~ Forever HIS~

(Lani D. Wrevhn)

Elena Wright Stevens

*** I wrote this after we were married I believe. I found it on one of my many lost blogs. I had put a lot of work and feeling into it so I figured I would post it. ***

Medieval Times Atlanta

These are just a few shots of Jacobs birthday present and dinner this year... MEDIEVAL TIMES. It was really fun and I would def recommend going some time! We had a blast, I only wish I coulda bought more loot than I did. 

MORE THAN "LOVE"

*I WROTE THIS A BIT AGO IN REGARDS TO MY FEELINGS FOR JACOB, STILL STANDS TRUE FOR MY DEAREST LOVE, MY HEAVEN. NOW, IT GETS INTO DEPTHS OF MY FEELINGS ABOUT OUR LOVE, SO IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE COUPLE STUFF THEN YOU MIGHT NOT WANT TO READ. MY MOTHER FOUND IT PRINTED OFF ONCE, READ IT...AND ADORED IT.*

MORE THAN "LOVE"

This is unfamiliar territory in my life. I’m at a point of absolute devotion and infatuation and just such saturating emotions in my relationship that I find the word “love” doesn’t cover it. I think that the word is over used, commercial, popular, often over stated, dramatized, and usually a jumped to conclusion that fades away.

My situation, part of me feels like it’s completely unique to us. Another part, however, thinks “how truly sad would it be if no one loved as much as we”. I am realistic and I understand that such strong emotions carry a pleasantly but perplexing toxin that vexes ones straight and forward logical understanding of life in comparison. Simply bewitching sweet thick perfume that can wrap you up in the feeling that you own, all of them, even the more deeply felt ones. Wrap you up tight and hugging you warmly in a magical sunrise moment of sheer emotions.

This exceptional ecstasy of thoughts and feeling that create such a deep dark purple hue of seriously concentrated love is flowing like a wild dancing river deep inside me every time I so much as see his face.  When He holds me he quiets the rushing rapids to a tranquil peaceful and elegant shade of summer sky blue. Sparkling and simply dazzling like the ocean that moves in each iris of his passionate caring eyes. Eyes one could more than “get lost in”. Simply a glance is felt through my spine, my flesh, my heart, my soul. A deep stare creates a rabbit hole like wonderland, and I become Alice, forever tumbling in a world of emotions like a strange high that I cannot understand. It’s simply a beautiful madness. But, madness I’d gladly build my home, and forever live gaily in.

His strong tender arms present a comfort, warm and soft like a thick velour blanket I could fall asleep in. Yet strong and very much of a man, liked to those substantial beams of wood that hold up and support the whole house. These arms “build” a beautiful caring strong structured home. One I feel truly safe in.

His heart is like a slow cooked stew. A rich broth of honest devout emotions. A hearty mix of meat and potatoes that can satisfy even the most starved heart, leaving you simply “stuffed” with true love. On top of this, a good for you blend of veggies and herbs, each one representing his good intentions and his need to fix anything that ails you. Like sitting at your bedside and holding you when you cry or no reason. This soup is almost fattening if you add in this incurable desire to spoil and serve me for no reason.

Making love to him, always reaching a higher cloud each time we embrace each other. Helping me to realize the sky is truly endless, as is the perfect heaven I feel, heart pounding, sweat dripping, kissing deeper, when we are one. The lack of words to describe the absolutely awesome moment of  our simultaneous sparkling finish as we rest and smile together blooming, blushing, panting from the sheer magnificence of our accomplishment.

Dreams of him painted on every day, as well the vivid ones that enchant me through the night. Dreams of our plans, our future. Dreams of us growing old together. Dying in each others arms, and then soaring through the cosmos as one for the remainder of our eternity. Dreams of him, dreaming of me.

Oh how sweetly he sleeps. Many moments I have spent watching him sleep. Even photographing it, as though it might be the last time I get to see it.

How does one thank somebody for this? How would I show appreciation for giving me this extensive, eternal, deep, perfect gift of love, and beyond? For giving me beautiful sunrises and sunsets in my future? Celebrations with families’ together, embracing, arm in arm, simple meals, lavish romantic dinners, moments, dates, nights cuddled togthers, mornings waking up tangled together, or just arms to fall into? How I ask shall I thank him?

All I can do, I suppose, is spend eternity giving all this back to him within my ability. Nay, beyond, for he deserves no less than (more than) perfection.

~ Forever HIS~

Elena Diane Wright

(Lani D.)

I Married Three Men

The 3 men of which I speak? Their names are all "Jacob". 

Explain? OF COARSE!

When you marry, there is a few lines in there summing up the whole "through various goods and bads". Well, this includes the many, or lack of, faces of who ever you are wedding yourself to. 

My husband has three. I'll go through them quickly. Then explain.

- Adult Jacob

- Grandpa Jacob

- Baby Jacob

All three swirl into one man. Only one making an appearance at a time. 

ADULT JACOB

This would be about as close to a "middle ground" as you get with my hubby. I more often see this side when he has on his "serious pants" or is around his family or certain people. When there is some form of "effort" involved, this Jacob shows up to get the work done. Neither grumpy or happy, just there to do the deed.

next is......

GRANDPA JACOB

"Mister grumpy britches", side of my husband. He turns into a grumpy irritable, sometimes less rational, version of my hubby. Ready to get in peoples faces or throw rocks at children if things get in his way or piss him off. Breaking things, yelling, and bird fingers accompany this Jacob in more extreme situations. 

He told me today when grocery shopping (always brings out grandpa in him) "You better live my whole life, because your the only one who keeps me sane enough to not maul over all these people with my cart!" Due to us being at the lesser of the two wally worlds in our area, and people there move slower than snails, rudely blocking isles and bumping into you while there children run a muck.

This Jacob is appears less and less this past year. He seems to be going into retirement lately, which I'm perfectly okay with. I think its my learning to adapt and work with Jacobs moods that helps him get over his frustrations. His grandpa side in stressful situations is being replaced with "Adult Jacob" swooping in and handling them instead. I'm very proud. 

lastly, my fave!


BABY JACOB

My "cute lil' stinker" husband. Twisted as it may sound, this is the best fitting, and most preferred pairing. I go into "mother" mode, and Jacob is a big ol' adorable sweet cute and naughty lil' imp. Sneaking up to scare me any chance he gets, purposing going out of his way to throw things on the floor all the while giggling under the covers while I clean the same mess three times over (he will keep it up a few times). Knowing that all he has to do is go "but wane-uh..." and pout his lip and look at me with his big eyes and all is forgiven. At most he gets a spanking. Oh yes, I spank my hubby. I punch his butt sometimes because spanking do nothing, even that he giggles over though. Its all kinda a big "game". 

My cutie pie has some desire to be both "wifed" and "mothered". He needs it, and I work with him to give him whatever he needs. Teaching him life lessons and society rules he has not yet learned. Even simple ones like saying "bless you" after a person sneezes. He has gotten so use to that one, now he gets upset if he is not blessed. There are still lessons for him to learn, and all the time in the world for me to spoil him rotten. Oh yes, ROTTEN! MY HUSBAND IS A UBER BRAT, by my own hand. I've created a monster, but his powers of cute outway any reasoning of mine. Besides, lets be honest, I LOVE IT!

This is my cuddley lil' stinker husband. Who snuggles with me for hours, sings me cute songs, and talks me into all sorts of things via his cutie pie-ness. This is one of my favorite of the three. 

But all three combine to make my sweet, loving, bestest buddy, and lover, loyal, caring, strong, sexy, and unique hubby! who is irreplaceable! 

LOVE THAT MAN! 

As well as his many sides. He is kinda like the seven dwarves, but more. Playful, funny, angry, lazy, stinker, loving, cuddly, hyper, social, talkative, grumpy, sleepy, giving, bratty, sexy, strong, and happy.