hold my hand in the cemetery and you'll be safe

number fifteen

moses allen carter. today marks sixty one days of you waking up with a moody zoe marie and sixty one days of her squealing really loudly at ungodly hours. how have you survived this long? i mean, a pouty princess is something not everyone can handle. then again, you're not just anyone. you're moses allen carter. the most amazing human being i have ever met.

you never fail to put a smile on my face. and i know how cliche that sounds, but i secretly love every second of it. originally, i had 2 pages on how much you mean to me- i mean, dedication or what? anyways, i somehow managed to delete it all and my computer froze and i got annoyed and threw it. don't worry, i'll have a therapeutic talking session with our animals; luna marie may be able to help my underlying anger issues. if not, please visit me when you lock me into a loony bin? i doubt it'll be like one flew over the cuckoo's nest.

anyways, i love you. like lots and lots and lots and lots. okay? i love you even if you do use all my shampoo and even if you won't admit that the only reason you love kissing me is the feeling of my lip gloss; i know you want to wear it and it's the closest you can get to society finding it acceptable for you to have a glossy tint to your lips. yikes, this is turning into me rambling again, isn't it?

well. in the past two months we have learnt the following things;

- moses is a twink
- moses likes being called kitten
- zoe marie should never be allowed next to an open fire
- zoe marie's mum has a crush on moses.
- zoe marie has a crush on moses' dog.

let's see what the next month brings us?

i love you.

-driftings