We went to a birthday party, moved way too much furniture (we got a new bed!), cleaned out Sabine's closet (unearthing a bassinet, a swing, too many baby clothes and a baby toys), had a nice visit with a long lost cousin, went to Costco (oh the torture of Costco!), bought new sheets and so much more.
While cleaning, I found a pile of old pictures and a card I'd given Kadin exactly four years ago while we were still dating. I'd pasted a poem inside that went like this:
Love Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.