A ghrá mo chroí
27-year old whiskey ginger nesting a home, building a life, and getting a little lost along the way with my wonderful husband, calico cat, and trouble-making Australian Shepherd.
The moon, bending through the window blinds, I told time by the light casting shadows across your face while you told me this story,
"My grandparents were married for 63 years. On the day my grandfather died he laid in bed and said nothing but ‘love, love, love love’ then he puckered his lips and kissed my grandmother for the last time."
Love, love, love, love is like sunshine: sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there."
I’ve been writing books in my head.
Every day is June and my skin is still sunburned. I have swear words on my bedside table and nothing to feel...