His Viewpoint Part 2

Sitting here today watching Brittney nap and thinking back on our lives I can not help but think of all the times she asks me why I look at her the way I do. She laughs and smiles and tells me that I need to say something. Well today is the day that I tell her in a more public fashion exactly why I look at her the way I do without saying a word,

Many times I find myself thinking about our lives together and how the happiness inside my heart will never be able to reach a new height. Looking into my wife eyes gives me this warm feeling of knowing that I was the lucky man who was able to take this almost perfect person as my wife, I see her and I see my future, I see the wonderful life that the two of us will have together, because together we have the most fun. I see her face and think beauty and brains, I think to myself that nothing that I can give to her will amount to how much joy I get just by looking over and being able to see a smile on the face of the person my heart beats for.

I see her and I am overwhelmed by this feeling of comfort and happiness, knowing that everyday and every night, I get to wake up and fall asleep next to the person that my heart and mind claims to be the best person in the world. I look upon her face, down her cheeks and over to her mouth with anticipation. Anticipation towards seeing that smile that melts my heart every time. That smile to shines through all of my fear, anger, and anxiety. The smile that reminds me that my life is amazing and that I could not receive a better gift than that smile.

She asks me all the time why I look at her the way I do. She wonders why I look but do not talk. She smiles, laughs and looks away with that cute expression on her face but I never truly get to answer her. I look at her because sometimes I do not believe that a person like this can be with a person like me. I do not talk because her face takes my breath away and leaves me speechless. In trying to come up with a response I say something silly to get a laugh, but in all honesty, I make her laugh because I want to see that perfect smile that takes the words out of my mouth, breath out of my lungs, and fills my heart with hope and faith for the future. I am sorry that I look and make you feel awkward, but I can not help it. In simple terms, I am addicted to you Brittney and I will never give this addiction up.



Love Letter to the ones who lost Someone Close

To those of you out there who have lost someone close to you in your life, please understand that someone out there is there for you. I have lost a dear friend in my life time, and have annual depression ever since 6th grade because of how close I was to him. I just want everyone the know that I am here for you and that no matter what people tell you, and no matter what is going through your mind, the person will always be in your memories and in your heart. I always think about the person, and every year on his birthday, I go and visit his grave to let him know that his memory will always live on in me. I have also have a memorial T-shirt to represent him, and that is a great tool for me because it keeps a piece of him with me at all times. I want people to know that they are not alone, and that no matter what happens in life, and how devastating the events are, the best thing that you is push forward and keep going so you can reach your goals.

6 Word Writing Memoirs

  1. Story of My Life
  • Small Town with Nothing to do
  • Breaking arms and struggling with school
  • not wanting to do anything ever
  • drinking and smoking at young age
  • loosing my best friend at 12
  • finding my love on phone ap
  • getting married and buying a house
  • wanting to become a children’s educator

2.  Fun Times

  • The joy of playing video games
  • going to Mexico at age 12
  • traveling the country to expand view
  • playing in the school marching band
  • getting married to my true love


I know that friendship is a huge theme in my blogs but I really think that it’s an interesting concept and it quite frequently occupies my thoughts. One reason that I think that it may occupy my thoughts a lot is because I am constantly worried about if I am being a good friend/if someone even wants me as a friend and I’ve come to realize that, sometimes, my worries are valid. I am often not a good friend and, in the past, I’ve tried to befriend people who want nothing to do with being good friends with me.  Continue reading