
while doing wedding research online i've made so many nice discoveries - so many websites with inspiration and nice ideas for weddings that have links to cool fashion and design stuff and spaces; initially i thought i shouldn't stress so much about the wedding but i figured i'm only going to do this once in my lifetime and i can indulge as much as i want ogling at all the pretty things online; it ain't stressing over the details as much as putting a little more thought into things.
the wonderful thing about this engagement period is we get to do all these projects together and in the midst of it he still says all these wonderful things to me and he still looks at me in that way, and more. "i love you till my heart aches", he tells me; and we soak in the quiet of our soon-to-bedroom in the moonlight/lamplight/neighbours' house lights with the upstairs neighbour's twine-y plant hanging down outside our window against the newly painted walls; we hold hands and walk from room to room over and over, in the dark and in the light; the space is perfect; the sounds are perfect; the view are perfect; i still think how amazing it is this being intuitive and ability to read each other's physical/visual/verbal nuances and just being in tune; awesome. the fun in the mundane - finding a new peephole (stainless steel) for the cheapest price - i'm proud of you my man; maybe you know you are in the right kind of love when it you're not protective of it; instead it makes you want to give more love, not just to your significant other, but to all that you meet; sometimes intentional, sometimes not. this is because you're always assured of its exisitence, in the now and in the future; and you're comfortable in it; it's made up of you and him, not just you or him. i think that's beautiful and i'm grateful i can feel something like that.
some quotes from rilke while i was flipping through one of his books; he never fails to startle my heart and mind with his words, even in translation;
“If your everyday life seems poor, don't blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is no poverty and no indifferent place.”
This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love; the more they give, the more they possess.

nice chairs.
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