Ode To Mark

I have rarely been so enamored with the writing of an individual I know personally, with the exception Paul, my main squeeze who I think is brilliant. There are a lot of things I can say here but I take a long time to formulate things in my head before they come out sounding the way I want – that is why you haven’t heard from me sooner.

I can say this. I have read your entire blog and it makes me have a high regard for you. You get it. I really feel privileged to jump inside your head and journey with you through thoughts of family, friends, travels and even insecurities. Some of what you wrote permeated through my thoughts and made me reflect on my voyage through this existence.

Your writing and photography make me feel full.

I had no other way to tell you this without setting up a blog of my own so I could comment on yours. (I had no email address for you.) I thought perhaps it is fate that you should inspire me to start a blog and prove to you that you are valued by a girl who still lives in Po Co.

And since Tom says we need a theme...........

I'll steal pictures with P's camera when he is out.

I'll steal moments when the children are dreaming away.

And I'll store my loot here.

Hence Stolen Moments

P.S. Tell Sabine if you are doing it right, children are the greatest adventure you will ever embark on. Just ask Allan and Monika.