It’s nearly 10PM.
The kids are with their dad, leaving Anne and me in an empty, quiet house.
We sit at our dining room table, Ferris asleep at our feet, the 85 degree Southern California air stirred only by a single fan in our air-conditioner-less house.
We’re reading. She reads a magazine, I read a book, and Charlie Parker travels through time from 1950, transported by our radio, tirelessly bebopping at us.
These moments that we share, just the two of us are precious few, and I cherish them.
I close my book and tell her, “You are the other half of my heartbeat.”
They’re not my words. I’ve borrowed them from Dizzy Gillespie, who was speaking, ironically, of Bird…
…but truer words have never passed my lips.
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Guess it just proves how much you truly love her. Such anger often comes from such passion.
Although if it was my comment I apologise.
I was genuinely wondering what she said.
I’m glad we have air conditionaing although its hardly ever sunny here in England.
Anne, he loves you and its so obvious, many women here (including me) are so jealous!
Awwww. Can you come give my husband some lessons in romantic speak?
When my wife and I first met (a decade back), we went through horrible heartaches due to those around us. Following one time apart — where she had said to me “See you in heaven.” — while she put her life in order and just didn’t think we would be able to survive as a couple, anyway, when this time apart ended, the first thing I told her on the phone was: “You’re still in my heart.”
And today, I’ve been telling her for years now: “You are my heart.”
Anyone who understands this knows how fortunate/blessed he or she is to have someone like this in his or her life. It is NEVER without struggle and heartache — but it is ALWAYS worth it — no matter the cost, to be able to look at that someone and know that they have your heart. Absolutely worth it — I would die for this worth — trust me, I would.
wil: the picture you conjured up with this entry inspired the following mushy love rhymes…..
on the days when there’s no fiery rush
when the world has settled to a hush
and the number dwindles down to two
you and me and me and you
these special moments by your side
fill my heart with loving pride
after all that we’ve been through
it’s so good to be loved by you
I LOVE Love!!
And I love to hear about people that are in love.
I think that it is wonderful that you have found someone that makes feel so complete.
I look forward to finding someone who can make me feel joy in such quiet moments.
I am glad that you have got so much love in your life Wil. You come across as a very lovely person and I wish you great and sustained happiness.
Haley Comet
Hey wil,
you are so lucky to have anne and anne is so lucky to have you.
Things that you say are so lovely, so heart felt that I think that every one who reads all feel a little jelous but a lot of happiness to know that there is and can be love like that, out there in this world
Speaking of cemetaries and Charlie Parker, I had sex one time at Charlie Parkers graveside. One of those middle-of-the-day office romance things done on company time. Had to be in an out-of-the-way place where nobody would see.
The Bird is buried in an obscure cemetery that almost nobody in my town knows about.
Wow. I was very surprised to see a reference to historical jazz musicians – and a bit impressed. I suspect it’s because I rarely see anything mentioned about music history on the internet bbs beyond the 1970s.
“the 85 degree Southern California air stirred only by a single fan in our air-conditioner-less house.”
85 degrees? That’s it? Oh, for that kind of balmy day! (;
But seriously… you folks are lucky to have each other!
God damnit! My Boyf sucks ass!
We lurve wil x
I hope she was passionately moved to shag your brains to jelly after that.
.. I mean ahh Make love if you prefer.
Wow. “Nothing is more important to me than spending time with my wife”. Wow.
In a world filled with marriage councellors and divorce lawyers, that is music to my unbelieving ears. It’s people like you that give people like me hope.
“But can you Save me, from the ranks of the freaks who suspect they could never love anyone” – Aimee Mann.
jesus that’s lame
Jesus, Wheaton. Go off the deep end, much? I saw nothing said insultingly toward your wife.
Crap like that makes me not enjoy your page as much.