I know this isn’t my domain. I almost am never on here with my voice, just my photos (which really are my voice anyway). This is Brianna’s realm. Her baby. But I came across these photos that I had completely forgotten that I had taken and just had to share them. They are from when Brianna and I went away for our anniversary in Toronto back in August. It was a perfect weekend. We stayed at The Royal York, got room service, went shopping, walked around and just enjoyed ourselves. It was only topped off by being able to see our good friends Peter and Tammy, as well as Justin and Michelle. We couldn’t have asked for a better get away in the middle of a hectic season.
So as I was cleaning out my computer (as I have been attempting to do for the last few months) I saw these. I quickly edited them while Brianna was out today and here they are to share. Taking these photos was one of my favourite things from the whole weekend. And even though I was going to save this for her birthday post, I think I will share this with her today (you can all read it too if you like). So Brianna, this is for you, just because I love you:
I believe that real love is just that, real. It is based in reality, not fantasy. It is loving not only the things you love about the other person, not only the things that they do for you, or how they make you feel. But loving even the things that you hate about them. The things that drive you nuts when you are having a bad day. Why? Because it is even in knowing every inch of the person you love, knowing the things that make them happy, that make them sad, that make them want to scream at you for putting the dishes in the sink even though the dishwasher is empty. It is in those things that you see their true self and yours as well. Without all of these things. Without the real and the truth, it is like spending your whole life at the bottom of a valley of mountains. If you only climbed to the top you could see how beautiful the world really is. It is the good and the bad. It is the sour and the sweet. It is everything that I wrap my arms around, I breath in every day, I consume and love and love and love. I take the beautiful, I take the ugly, I take the skinny, I take the fat, I take the laughing, I take the fighting. I take it all, because without it, I am nothing. I am nothing without you laying there beside me when I wake up in the morning, smiling your little smile to say hello. I am nothing without you telling me I am being stupid, because well, I am being stupid and need to be told sometimes. I am nothing without your hug, your kiss, your gentle way of making all of the bad in my bad day just disappear as if it never existed. You are Wonder Woman, you are Joan of Arc (well maybe not her, she was a little crazy). You are everything that dreams are made of and if this is a dream, may I never wake up. I love you. Forever. Happy (very, very, very early) Birthday!
-Ewan (photos by me)
by Brianna
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