the kitten keeps trying to nurse from the pile of laundry on my bed. she's been eating solid kitten food for at least as long as i've been home, but she was taken from her momma too early and every so often she tries to suckle on my finger or some large, soft object - like the laundry. it makes me want to cry, watching her little blissed out face so futile.

she was beautiful. the wedding went like magic, rose petals and candles and sparking sunshine. as she started the slow walk down the aisle, i started to cry, and i didn't really stop until after their first dance. she's married. i was so flustered, i don't think i finished a complete sentence with anyone i spoke to; i know i could barely keep eye contact with even my mother, even silke herself, my mind and heart were so frantically looking for a place to rest. married. even now, i can barely wrap my brain around it. i've thought myself loved more than once, and certainly had a white-flowered daydream or two, but married? truly, really, legally married? it blows me away. congratulations, my darling. may you bring each other joy.