June!

Well - here we are! Marching into another month of married life. With our marriage still just under two months old, Clare and I still face a big learning curve. I've never been a husband, and Clare has never been anyone's wife (that's what she keeps telling me, at least), so we are both still working day in and day out to figure out what the heck it all means. I could write all day long about abstractions and nebulous ideas about love and commitment, but the concepts rarely touch on things like having dinner ready at  home or hair clogging the drain or running the sponge through the dishwasher every once in a while. These things, I suppose, are just the things you learn as you go. They are the finer staccato notes in an ongoing melody. Every so often, there is discord; but it usually only serves to heighten the enjoyment of the symphony's story.

Marriage. Is. Awesome.

It helps when you're married to your best friend.

Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it

It is just about summer. In Mississippi.

The time when spring flows into summer in MS is simply heavenly. It is hot, and humid, and sticky, of course, but it's also late nights, sno cone breaks in the middle of the day, lying on the concrete gazing at the stars, swim parties and cookouts, watermelon, peaches for lunch. All things glorious under the sun. Summers are where memories are made and stories are told. It is the time to soak in life and dance through parks. For early morning walks and late night jumps in the pool. Summer is my favorite time of the year. Especially in MS.