your words are giants next to mine

it's about tiny bruises on arms, tripled laundry loads, cracking the window every night, silly faces, ridiculous laughs, noting overly-repeated phrases, hand not on the gearshift often enough, recounting "the creation story" insatiably, your movies, my movies, passing way-extended not-sleeping time in bed, life impediments, life deterrants. it's about you're inimitable, you fill the hole i never knew was there, don't leave.

going to nyc next week to see the german band t loves, and it'll be his first time in the city. left in charge of the itinerary [i'm a PLANNER, right?!], all i want to see are parks. and coney island. brooklyn botanic garden is a for-sure. the only for-sure other than the show. and trying to avoid manhattan. not totally ideal for someone's first time in nyc i guess. shopping? just my favorite, toys in babeland. too bad grilled cheese closed. at least we have parks. parks and picnics. and the museum of sex? it's on the BLOCK of our hotel. did the folk art museum [hugely LACKING darger] last time in the city. no way it'll be a disappointment.