Hey!

There's been so much fun going on around here lately, but I was journaling a second ago and I thought, "If I have time to journal so much, I definitely have time to say something extra-squishy romantic to Elle, don't I?"

Then I thought, "Uh-oh. But what am I going to say?"

And then I thought, "Maybe you better just try and say it and see what comes out."

So! Here goes!

Ms. Elle deBelle Worthy, you deserve to know this super-important piece of information: I love you like crazy!

I mean, it's almost literally crazy how much I love you. I think about your face and your eyes and your lips smiling at me or touching mine with that fabulous way you kiss, and it all makes me just about explode from happiness!

If I didn't know this one important secret, I'd feel like I'm totally blowing it in this post, on account of I'm not even close to saying all this in a way that's as big and earth-shaking as telling you how I feel ought to be. But the secret is, it would be impossible to say it that way. The part of my heart that's all for you is a hundred percent too big for words, so anything I say is never going to be enough ... except that I know you're going to say something back about how doofy I am for thinking that, because I ought to know that whatever I want to say is always going to be something you want to hear. (I mean, whatever I want to say about us. There are probably some dumb non-us things I might want to say that you'd be, like, "Oh, god, here she goes again," about. But I guess even then you'd want to hear them.)

Wow! This is way longer than I expected!

It's still not enough to do the whole job of letting you know how wackadoo in love with you I am, but I'm pretty sure you get the general idea.

Also ... have we both been forgetting we're supposed to be engaged?!?

When are we going to plan???

Someone Emailed Me Too!

Probably I made him!

There were other ones too, and they were all SO BEAUTIFUL but I like this one the best because THOSE EYES.

So deep! So blue!!!

They get me all goosebumpley.

I love you all the exclamation marks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I Can't Believe How Lucky I Am!

When I'm looking in your eyes ...

When I'm listening to you talk ...

When I'm reading your blog ...

When you're on top of me, moving like THAT and making those NOISES ...

When we get to just sit together and be quiet ...

When you hug me ...

When you write me poems or tell me how beautiful you think I am ...

       ... just, all the whens, Elle!

They all make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Someone Thoughtful Emailed Me Today

I went to my inbox, and there you were.

Life is good.

Today, I Am Soft

The edges of me have rubbed away ...

All my corners, all my angles,

Acute and obtuse alike.

Clouds have more harshness,

Satin, wickeder barbs.

My eyes throw no daggers.

My tongue holds no sting.

Come to me, my love,

While I am like you.

Once Upon a Time

There was us.

And there still is.

Does it get any better than that?

Oh, those green, green eyes of yours

The salt of me dissolves in them like the sea.

The leaves of them grace my limbs with their breeze.

Emeralds falter

jade and tourmalines

alter

my course not a hair

when my soul 

is laid bare

in their grass-glinting sight.

Vines, sage, and tea

mantis eyes

clover leaves

the darting gleams of winged orchid bees

honeydew

mint

time-writ verdigris ...

what power have those

next to thee?

Ah, how I drown in your ocean.

I am coming to give you a huge and long hug!

That's all!

Girl of My Heart

Some people don't believe in luck, and they're fools. Some people don't believe in love ... even bigger fools.

You prove them fools, dearest Ariel. We prove them fools.

Or, maybe ...

We hold so much of the luck and so much of the love that is in this world that there's too little left for everyone else.

No one, after all, can come close to the two of us.

Reflecting

Aers: Um ... Elle?

Elle: Mm-hmm, what is it, my luscious little gum-drop?

Aers: We don't ... we don't suck at being sweethearts, do we?

Elle: What? Of course not! Where the hell is that coming from?

Aers: Well, we set up this blog so we could come here and get all mushy-mush over each other and we don't seem to post here very often.

Elle: Yeah, that would be sucking at blogging, not sucking at being sweethearts.

Aers: But, you know, I mean, it sure seems like, it wouldn't be that hard to post here more, and I know I want to make a big deal out of how I feel about you, and --

Elle: Honey-Peach, come over here.

Aers: Okay.

Elle: Now look into these eyes.

Aers: mhhhh... they're so pretty ...

Elle: What do you see?

Aers: The ocean. Like, in a tropical paradise where you can't believe it's so blue.

Elle: And?

Aers: A soft breeze from out of the deepest deep sky.

Elle: Sure. But look a little closer. Really look.

Aers: Ooh! I see me! Just an itty-bitty reflection of me right there in the middle of your pupils. Gosh, you have such big, perfect pupils ...

Elle: So tell me this. Will anyone else ever be able to look in my eyes and see you reflected there?

Aers: Well, no, of course not. They'd have to be in between you and me to look that close, and then they'd be blocking me from reflecting there.

Elle: Wrong.

Aers: Uh ... really? Because I'm pretty sure, I mean, physics or something, right? Am I not getting how light works? I could go talk to Hettie or MSG about it, but I'm pretty sure --

Elle: No, my little ambrosial nectarine, it's not physics. No one can ever get between me and you. Not in any way that would stop my eyes from being full of you. No matter where you are or where I am or who might be staring into my pupils, they're going to see a glint of light there that's you. They're going to know, even if I'm looking right back just as deep into their eyes, that my vision holds more than just them.

Aers: Oh!

Elle: That's right, Oh. And those little wide eyes and the shape your delicious little mouth is making right now are part of that Oh they'll see if they get close enough to look.

Aers: Gosh I feel really dumb now about worrying that not blogging here enough made us bad sweethearts.

Elle: Don't. The only reason you were worried is that you want everything to be perfect between us, and you think you're not perfect, so that makes you nervous that things between us can't be perfect. But you are and they are.

Aers: Okay, you're making me all blushy now because obviously I'm not perfect even if things between us are awfully awfully great.

Elle: You're adorable. But I'm still right. You're perfect, and the only reason I can't convince you you're perfect is, if I did, it would totally go to my head and I'd be intolerable.

Aers: Stop it, you could never be intolerable!

Elle: Probably not. But as long as I have you, I never have to worry about finding out.

Aers: How are you so much better at being all mushy-mush than I am?

Elle: It's because you're sweet all the time to everyone, and I save up most of mine for you.

Aers: (sigh) I'm just so lucky, Elle.

Elle: We.

Aers: We?

Elle: Mm-hmm. We. Say it that way.

Aers: We're just so lucky.

Elle: That's my girl.

Anniversary!!!!!!!

Elle: So many exclamation marks there, Girlicious.

Ariel: I can't help it! Today is going SO GOOD already!

Elle: Mmm, I won't argue with that at all. And it's only going to get better from here.

Ariel: Stop. You can't be serious. Do you know something I don't?

Elle: I may have peeked at the phone and seen a bunch of email notifications for you right before I scooped you up in the middle of that yawn stretch and dragged you back into bed.

Ariel: Okay, you're so bad!

Elle: I love seeing you smile while you're calling me bad.

Ariel: The worst!!!

Elle:Yes. More.

Ariel: Oh my gosh, such a terrible girlfriend.

Elle: Truly, I am.

Ariel: Well ... well if you were really bad, you read all the notifications, so what did they say?

Elle: My lips are sealed. You're going to have to untangle yourself from me and the sheets and go find the phone to see.

Ariel: You monster!

Elle: Mm-hmm. Thaaat's it.

Ariel: What are you doing with your thigh there? Oohhh--

Elle: Just being my usual awful self.

Ariel: Our other ... nng ... our other polys are probably waiting for me to read ... their nice emails ... and ...

Elle: Please. You think they're not all in the other room whispering about what they think we're doing in here?

Ariel: Probablhh--eeh!

Elle: You. Me. Here. It's their first present of the day to you. Even if they wrote the emails earlier.

Ariel:UHHHHH

Elle: Yes. Right there. This is from all five of us.

Ariel: Elle ...

Elle: Happy anniversary.