per l’amaro e il dolce
to the man God has prepared for me,
if i am to choose what year i’d like to live now, it’ll be that year that i’m going to meet you. those mushy thoughts circling around my mind just can’t seem to stop. i wonder how we’re going to meet, and if i’ll know from that moment that it’s you. i’d like to take things inch by inch, take time for granted to muse over each minute i have with you.
it would be such a long run before i get into your arms. but from now, i could see the sunlight that comes behind our married lives. those breakfasts, lunches, and dinners will ALWAYS be done in my hands. i know how i suck in cooking now,but for you,my beloved one, i will never mind spending hours at the kitchen laughing at a burned steak.hehe.kiddin. seriously, i’ll be your good ol’ chef for the rest of our lives.. (ooh,i better hire someone who’s willing to teach me.)
i hope God will let me be the one to paint the skies on our first morning together. so then, i’ll borrow the archangel’s pink, aqua, and orange crayons and write your name upon the clouds with the words: per l’amaro e il dolce(meaning: for the bitter and the sweet). how would you react on it? i desire to hear your laugh..
perhaps, im dreaming way too much. and if that’s factual, please don’t wake me. i enjoy having this moment planning and picturing the life God intended me to have with you..
yours ’til the rootbeer floats,joan
