I woke up tired this morning, but after the thunderstorms had stopped and the sun came out, I smelled the first real spring morning we’ve had this year.

Jen and I did one of my favorite things yesterday: We took a walk down the waterfront in Canton to Fell’s Point and stopped at Lista’s, a sort of second-rate Mexican restaurant with a first-rate Margarita. She and I had spent an evening there our first night getting to know each other, drinking Margaritas and talking, on a hot summer night last year, up on the deck under an almost full moon. There’s something about the wind blowing in off the water, heat of the day rising from the floor beneath you, and watching the ripples and eddies below to make an evening special. I think I’ll always remember that evening as a fantastic one.

She is afraid now, that our relationship is reaching the boring stage, where we take each other for granted. I wish, sometimes, that I had the words to tell her how much I look forward to her company, how much I live to make her laugh, and how much I want to make her happy.

I heard back from the poster guy today! He was out of town. I’m going to order about 4 of these, and I can’t wait to get them in. I’m going to have to drop some scratch on framing now. I love the whole story behind this company, and the idea that they’ve been hanging on to overruns to sell