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Third day in a row with a fever.
Dec. 23rd, 2009 09:54 pmFeeling pretty crap. Hopefully it clears up a bit before we have to cook on Christmas.
Christmas/Christmas Eve is when Zax and I really hit it off with Violet. We've been sort of considering it our unofficial anniversary, because there isn't really date where we became an official couple. So, here's a public anniversary to you.
This is going to sound totally cheesy, (but probably not as cheesy as their real anniversary gift will be) but I found this song not too long ago and I think it pretty much sums up my personal feelings both when we first met you, love, and my feelings now heading into the end of our first year together. I think we've linked you this song already, right? Because we can't get it out of our head. ;)
Christmas/Christmas Eve is when Zax and I really hit it off with Violet. We've been sort of considering it our unofficial anniversary, because there isn't really date where we became an official couple. So, here's a public anniversary to you.
This is going to sound totally cheesy, (but probably not as cheesy as their real anniversary gift will be) but I found this song not too long ago and I think it pretty much sums up my personal feelings both when we first met you, love, and my feelings now heading into the end of our first year together. I think we've linked you this song already, right? Because we can't get it out of our head. ;)
It's the season of grace coming out of the void,
Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance.
It's the season of possible miracle cures,
Where hope is currency, and death is not the last unknown,
Where time begins to fade
And age is welcome home.
It's the season of eyes meeting over the noise,
And holding fast with sharp realization.
It's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention.
You are safe here, you know now.
Don't forget.
Don't forget I love
I love
I love you.
It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart,
Of feeling the full weight of our burdens.
It's the season of bowing our heads in the wind,
And knowing we are not alone in fear,
Not alone in the dark.
Don't forget.
Don't forget I love
I love
I love you.
Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance.
It's the season of possible miracle cures,
Where hope is currency, and death is not the last unknown,
Where time begins to fade
And age is welcome home.
It's the season of eyes meeting over the noise,
And holding fast with sharp realization.
It's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention.
You are safe here, you know now.
Don't forget.
Don't forget I love
I love
I love you.
It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart,
Of feeling the full weight of our burdens.
It's the season of bowing our heads in the wind,
And knowing we are not alone in fear,
Not alone in the dark.
Don't forget.
Don't forget I love
I love
I love you.
