thank goodness for bedtime and all the adventurous places my mind goes while my bones get some rest. if you only knew the things i've seen, the things i've done. 

We watched Balto today at work. 

i get married eight weeks from today. some days the time seems endless, an eternal distance that we've been traveling all our lives and will continue to travel until we shrink up and disappear. like reaching, stretching, swinging away at a bright shiny box that will always be just out of reach. all i want is that bright shiny box, right now. but other days, my heart begins to jump fast, my brain starts to swell. my eyes dart back and forth and my mind races mercilessly. where did the time go? how did i get here so fast? what happened to summer? what happened to childhood? i am trying, most moments, to find a sane balance between the two extremes. i am trying to give my days value, to make them count towards some goal other than to simply pass by.

papaya farm, kahuku. photos by catherine&david.

photos by amber mozo

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our good friends amber and colby took these photos and a couple dozen more the other afternoon. great people, great photos. the best boy.

brothers

a quick word about my father (quick because gravity is working tirelessly on my eyelids, not because there isn't volumes upon volumes of reflections i could write about his life, character, and the ways in which he's influenced me. there are.). yesterday was this man's birthday and i couldn't slip into another night's sleep without using this small space of mine to thank him and express, or rather try desperately to convey in the smallest degree, how immensely i admire and appreciate the person he is. i love you and i treasure the love you have for me. it is the greatest honor and compliment i could ever receive. happy birthday!

i developed a deep fondness and quite frankly, addiction to napping in high school. the habit has clung to me as i have nurtured it over the years and still today remains a pattern of living i can't seem to shake. trenton, on the other hand, rarely naps. he sits next to me and studies or watches surf videos as i doze off and surrender to the sleepiness that comes like clockwork around two or three or four or five in the afternoon. sometimes later, sometimes earlier. but as the clock strikes ten, the tables begin to turn. his eyes get heavy and glaze over. he slows down. he works his way to the couch as i continue tap tap tapping away at my laptop. soon i hear the heavy breaths and occasional readjustments that come with sleep, and then he's gone. this difference in lifestyles is one of many trent and i have begin to recognize as we've prepared for our wedding in three months. trenton doesn't butter his french toast. he thinks blanket capes are odd and teases relentlessly when i ask him to blow on my face. i don't get it. my mom always blows on my face when i'm hot. he mixes all his food together and puts ranch dressing on everything. i hate ranch dressing. he can't last three minutes into a movie before losing consciousness. i could go on. but i'm learning to love these things. i'm starting to love these heavy breaths that, even as i'm typing this, keep me company late into the night.