Speaking through pictures

So it appears I am using images to speak for me until I know what I would like to say and where I would like to say it. I'm still chatting up a storm of embarassment on Twitter, albeit at a twee 140 characters. If you're not on Twitter yet, what are you waiting for? Sure, it's kind of pointless, but it's also pretty fun.

In the meantime, J finally added the film he made of how we weirdly, awesomely got engaged, to YouTube. I can't watch it without thinking about how we made it; what our relationship was like when we got engaged, and then later when we made this film. By the time we premiered the film in Winnipeg, we had a 2 month-old in tow. And I can't help but think of that experience too.

Things are lovey dovey around here. Not the unknowing, all-consuming lovey dovey of our engagement NINE POINT FIVE YEARS AGO, but a mutual respect lovey dovey that hasn't been in this house for a while. It's quite nice really. Like fresh Ontario raspberries on vanilla ice cream. Simple and sweet. I know that, like the raspberries, it won't last, but I'm happy it's here now.