this love will change you.

In just one short week my sweetheart returns from England and I could not be happier. Suffice it to say, being apart for a mere two and a half weeks has been far more difficult than I even imagined. Truly, I don't know how people in long distance relationships or military families do it. You are amazingly strong, but I can safely say that I could never be in those kinds of relationships. That aching feeling would just be too much. Not to mention, despite my best efforts, I seriously pine. I am a terrible piner (not really a word, I know). So. I've officially started the countdown. One week from today I'll get to pull into the Arrivals at BWI and wrap these arms around my favorite person. That will be a lovely feeling. So for tonight, at less than 7 days to go (wow am I pathetic!), I'm listening to this one on repeat:

The Weepies, "Same Changes"

Gone In The Morning

So I just discovered this guy. Newton Faulkner. And there's something about his music that just makes me smile. It feels effortless and light. His melodies and lyrics are poppy and catchy, yet there's this whole acoustic/folk/blues/slap bass thing happening that I completely dig. Anyway, my students will probably have to watch out for a piece undoubtedly choreographed to his quirky tunes. Perhaps this one.

Take a listen and enjoy!

the other shoe.

There is a beautiful kindness in the crux of your smile, and I am defenseless against its delightful mischief.

There is a perpetual patience filling the lines of your face, and I am lightened by such sweet embellishments.

There is a placid perception in the warm chestnut of your eyes, and I watch as all threads of fear fade.

There is a carefully calculated inclination of your head; it lets me know you're truly listening.


You are the unbroken book binding.

The silver thimble delicately passing Go.

The carefully placed socks on the bottom of the laundry basket.

My midnight in Paris.

And I love,
I love,
I love you.

A Case of You

A friend recently asked me what song I would choose if I could only listen to one thing for the rest of my life. A challenging question for sure, but without hesitation I immediately responded with this. It is the voice, the melody, and the collection of words that continually resonates in all its pensive smoky sadness. What song would you choose?