We spent all morning yesterday putting life back in order – cleaning and putzing, windows thrown open in every room so the rain could mingle with Bon Iver. Steve confessed that when he thinks about our future, it is often quiet days like these that come to mind – cocooned from the rain, slippers, tea, gentle music, daydreaming & teasing, stealing kisses between the washing and the drying.

I spied this lily outside of our bedroom window while I was making the bed and asked him to please roll up his jeans and hold our one tiny umbrella over my little p&s because I just had to capture the perfect raindrops. In a comedy of errors, we ended up soaking wet, but it didn’t matter because I got this picture and my camera stayed mostly dry and we got to kiss in the rain, cold mud between our toes.

Despite the incredible pull of our couch and fuzzy blue blanket, we even managed to make it out of the house (twice!), stripping off our shoes and socks at the door and running barefoot and screaming down our freezing lake of a driveway because we have no shoes tall enough to beat back the six inches of standing water.

• February 23rd, 2009
• at home, east bay, steve
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