Bodyscape

Six weeks postpartum and the skies are not cloudy anymore, well it's almost blue skies. This condition....postpartum is just another word for depression and I dislike it greatly. The only bliss is the baby and my body is royal wreckage. Aesthetics have a terrific way for affecting my mood. This baby making business is not for the faint of heart. Where there were curves are now rolls and where there were valleys, are now mountains (that part I don't mind so much.....actually that's the only thing I've got working for me now). Dark circles have set in from lack of sleep and my tears don't hold back for anything. Just ask J-P, he's lovin' my yin and yang moods. I wish the upside would be an exquisite bottom, but even that has taken a turn south. I'm still mending and beating the pity by working out with Traci Anderson. Apparently she is the personal trainer for Gweneth Paltrow and Madonna. She has developed a postpartum work-out that is cruel and feels more like punishment. However, is satisfies my need for torturing my body back into its' normal shape. I don't how we do it, we women folk, but somehow we do. For now, I have to revel in the glory of what my body did make, a wonderous beautiful creature.

Celebrating a Decade!

Well folks, we've made it to 10! Though not perfect, but worth the wear. Hears to fifty halo and hearty more! We've matured! Gotten fatter, wiser in some of our ways, wrinkled, yielded our dreams (and still yeilding some), bred and most of all.... our love has found permanent roots to draw strength from. I don't want to imagine what my life would be without my Love. He makes me whole.

Almost fifteen years ago, (wow my life has years) when he first laid eyes on me I was but a wee las. A teenager so lost and confused, but he saw in me what I didn't. A woman, and eventually a mother. Patiently he watched (and helped) me come into my own.

What we shared then is still what we share now: genuine love for one another. However, he taught me that true love is worth waiting for even if it almosts kills you. Because he waited with ultimate faith for me to grow up, I knew there would be no other person on this Earth that would love me the way he loves me. Even the way he looks at me with those seriously mad eyes, he is the only one.

On our day, we went out without the kids (Ilene babysat) and went for dessert and tea on the Delta King. It's a big stern wheeler also known as a paddle boat that is docked on the Sacramento River. There was a live band playing for some added ambiance. Ironically, we actually ended up fighting that night, but for the record books we will remember it happy. I wrote J-P a poem that I had started a year ago and finally got to finish it this year. Here it is for posterity sake.

For my Beloved

In your arms I am home

In your eyes I see eternity

Love and guidance you've always given me

I owe my transcendence to thee

Hand in hand, cheek to cheek

We dance through earthly time

Same song, though everyday is a different beat

Marriage is never an easy feat

Days pass, years leave

Our life is living history

I am your sun and you are my light

Our children have gifted us new sight

All I've ever wanted is for someone to love me

You provided that shelter sound

No matter high tide or low seas

With you I always and forever want to be