Five Years.

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
-Jack Kerouac

To Le Husband.

September is the month when we met. September and October are our months – months when everything signifiant happened so far. Dating, Engagement, Petit Joel’s birth and your birthday! Five years ago we met for the first time. I have this feeling that our souls and even our lives have been somewhat intertwined for many years already and that particular day we were supposed to meet and set out on a grand adventure of amazingness. From streets in Germany to cobblestone streets in Paris, cottages in Canada, “Blue Hawaiians” and Tequila in Mexico to downtown and uptown Manhattan, we explored and have done it all and so much more. From summer rooftop parties (Hi Raoul!) at Tudor to spending time reading at Central Park on a blanket with coffee and croissants -we enjoyed each others company. Street art, this amazing baby we created – through hard times and magnificent times, we went through it together in such a short time. We found strength in each other and we grew as a couple. [Even together in weight when I was pregnant] 

I recently dug through a bunch of pictures and videos of us on the computer and the good old photos that are still the best in the photo album. Our past. We can reflect on so much already, my love. All that we were, what we are, who we are – apart and together and what we are becoming. I love you, Jean. Always and forever. I sometimes still cannot believe I found such an amazing spirit to walk beside. 

Happy Anniversary my love. This life with you is pure magic and I enjoy every single day, even when we cannot be together. Unconditional. 

“I’ll Be There For You” by Louise Cuddon

I’ll be there, my darling, through thick and through thin
When your mind’s in a mess and your head’s in a spin
When your plane’s been delayed, and you’ve missed the last train
When life is just threatening to drive you insane
When your thrilling whodunit has lost its last page
When somebody tells you, you’re looking your age
When your coffee’s too cool, and your wine is too warm
When the forecast said, ‘Fine,’ but you’re out in a storm
When your quick break hotel, turns into a slum
And your holiday photos show only your thumb
When you park for five minutes in a resident’s bay
And return to discover you’ve been towed away
When the jeans that you bought in hope or in haste
Just stick on your hips and don’t reach round your waist
When the food you most like brings you out in red rashes
When as soon as you boot up the bloody thing crashes
So my darling, my sweetheart, my dear…
When you break a rule, when you act the fool
When you’ve got the flu, when you’re in a stew
When you’re last in the queue, don’t feel blue
’Cause I’m telling you, I’ll be there.