late nights. little sleep.

so i guess when you don't have a full time job it becomes okay to stay up all hours of the night and sleep in really late. at least that is what i keep telling myself. i am so glad to do it. my time has been filled with such laughter. staying up all night to watch the last season of west wing. it seemed like the most logical answer when cole and i asked ourselves "what shall we do tonight when we have to take joe and lo to the airport at five am?" it only took about 12 seconds to convince ourselves that no sleep the night before thanksgiving was the perfect idea. and it was. a great show, popcorn, marshmellows, apple sauce and seven up left us with a 5am drive in which i couldn't stop giggling because i can't remember the last time i stayed up past 12 let alone all night and cole giggling because he was making fun of me for feeling like such a rebel.

so, I sit here now at almost 2am, having to work at 8am and i can't sleep because i have been sleeping until 11am lately.

at the moment, i have been captured by great music that moves my soul to a place of slow motion pictures shot in the raw, sun filtering through, bluring the harsh details and illuminating the ocean, the breeze and everything that is fond memories of peace and love.

"so listen up, the sun hasn't set, i refuse to believe that it's only me feeling..."

only me feeling my my whole body move in suttle motion to the love that is moving in this place. the love that is moving us to betterness. the love that is moving us to notice. moving us.

my snapshots of love: i love you thiiiiis much.

let go. jump in.