August 2011
78 posts
It’s a sad day when you realize the jar of mayo is empty, and you’re the only one in the family who eats mayonnaise : /
O You Whom I Often And Silently Come
O You whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you,
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.
-Whitman
husband sent me this today. lovely gesture.
