tatoo? for life.

i plan to do this tatoo. what u guys think? koyfish on my right leg, french polynesia on left arm. still considering...VERY TEMPTING

Don't be afraid

As we grow up,

we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will.

You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts.

You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by.

So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt.

Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts.

Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.

value every moment...

Now you know why I like to take my time when I kiss you, for that reason alone... so I can draw as many of your breaths into my lungs as I can so I can have you with me till my last breath, knowing that one day my last breath might very well be the breath I stole from you to keep me alive one more second when I was kissing you so gently, so you see now why it's not just a kiss, it's like my last breath everytime I kiss you , like I may never see you again or could be the breath to sustain my life just one more breath just one last second that I could have with you in my life!
I can't help the way I feel for you. I told you I have no control when it comes to you...there are no rules... just know that I will never stop loving you the way I do. I am not a psycho...not a lunatic...just a guy so deeply and madly in love with a girl who seems like she was put on this Earth just for me and that has been waiting a lifetime to feel what love really feels like.
I can die tomorrow and know that in my lifetime I have found what some search a lifetime for, for what millions will never know, that I have found true love, I have found my One and only ...the one they tell you that they write movies about, the one that they write books about, the one they write songs about, the one that millions have known and have written these same types of letters to their One and Only about.

journal from a sailor wife.

dear readers
I was a sailor’s wife and these are some of my journal entries..

Oct 12th:
Sometimes I wonder why I willingly go through this. Instead of sleeping in my big bed alone I sleep on the couch. The clock ticks loudly but never quite fast enough. It has been 4 months since you left. I still miss you everyday. Other wives don’t understand. It is most obvious that they don’t when they complain about their husbands dirty socks laying on the floor. I wish I would see your dirty socks.
Only a sailor wife would say this. Not that we have a fetish for dirty socks, we just have a deep, passionate love for our man that includes his socks or any other clothing he owns. Why else would we refuse to wash the things that he left behind for fear that we would forget what he smelled like.

Oct 26th:
I sit in the dark living room with only the light of my computer keeping me company. The kids have long gone to bed and I feel alone. I just wait and pray for an e mail, a call, anything to know that he is okay. Just to know that he longs for me the way I do for him. Deep down I know he does. The months have gone by so slowly but yet I wouldn’t trade them. I am so much stronger now then I was before. Every time he went off to sea I get stronger. I will make it.

Dec 13th
Tomorrow I will go pick him up! I cannot wait! I went through the house for the millionth time to make sure that everything is clean and sparkly. I have so much to say to him. Bad thoughts, what if he doesn’t love me? What if time has rusted what was once so strong! No, he will feel the same as he did before.

Dec 14th
He is home. I can barely see the monitor due to the tears that wont stop falling. He is asleep now and as usual I am not. I must talk about what happened today. I got to the pier early with the kids. They were dressed up so cute. I was surrounded by hundreds of nervous sailor wives all looking at the water. I thought that I was going to explode with excitement when the ship appeared and all of the women around me started cheering. I was too choked up to join in so I just comforted my daughter who got startled by the sudden eruption of noise. I tried to force myself to calm down but I knew that it wasn’t going to work. Fast forwarding to the good parts a sea of sailors were filing off the ship and there he was. It wasn’t anything dramatic like the crowd parting just for us or the slow motion run but it was just as special. He walked to me, dropped his sea bag, grabbed my face tenderly and kissed me. It felt so amazing to feel his lips on mine again. Oh the feeling of joy was tremendous. I watched him grab our children and hold them close.
After we got home and the children went to sleep. We laid in our big bed together. Just holing each other like we were afraid that the other was going to disappear. I whispered on his ears as he was falling asleep, “this is why I willingly go through this. It’s moments like these.”