I Was Made to Love You.

23 08 2012

“I’m only supposed to love him…”

Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Season Five. Episode Fifteen. “I Was Made to Love You.” The story revolved around an android named April who was created for the sole purpose of loving her boyfriend/creator, Warren Mears.

I recently received a love letter (one in a series) that concludes with “… loving you is what I am meant to do.”

While I do not believe in god (or at least society’s warped version of a god), I do believe in concepts like fate. How could I not? It was a chance meeting on a mobile social app. I believe the universe intends for certain people to fit perfectly together. Certain people were just meant to love eachother.

Towards the end of her battery life, April comments to Buffy that she fears the coming darkness because Warren might not be able to find her in the dark. It makes one realize that when you are meant to love someone that is meant to love you, you will always find eachother… no matter how dark it gets.

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Blissed, Domestically.

8 08 2012

Revere Beach (August 4th, 2012)

Eating popsicles at the kitchen table at night. First cherry. Then grape. We recap eachother with events since our last visit. 

The kids sleep soundly where the kids sleep. Will wakes before me and takes Aurora to a playground. I’ll later play the role of the nagging spouse because he left no note. Avery wakes up and wants to snuggle as children often do. “I love you,” he says as he finds the nook of my arm.

Breakfast. Pancakes. Cereal. An avocado thrown on the floor by Aurora to signal that she’s done eating it.

Roadtrip to Salem. We browse for toys and comic books. Will rescues two books for me from a used book store despite an avalanche of paperbacks. Aurora in the stoller pointing at other strollers. “Baby!” She exclaims. The breeze is refreshing as we walk through Salem Common.

That evening, a family visit to Revere beach. My first trip to the ocean outside of various locations in Florida. We explain to Avery about the unpleasantries of throwing sand and wade with Aurora into the water. The sand is squishy and cold. I avoid the seaweed that’s washed up ashore. Aurora picks up pebbles and drops them into the puddles, laughing.

Saturday night date. Ice-cream sundaes and Inland Empire (half of it, anyway). Legs entwined.

Lazy Sunday morning. Ideal Sunday morning. Cartoons on the couch. A curious monkey and a man with a yellow hat. Praise given to Avery for using the potty.

A short visit to a playground is followed by photo booth fun, a carousel ride, and toy shopping at the Disney Store. Should’ve known better than to take children (young and old) into the Disney Store.