He fetches the mail,
sets up (and takes down) tables,
and quilt stands.
He develops hanging systems for the round In Our Own Language 3,
so it can be a backdrop for a block drive.
He addresses postcards,
and helps create holiday cards.
He makes blocks,
he makes more blocks,
and he prepares materials so others can make blocks
for The 70273 Project.
When we travel, he takes a turn carrying the backpack.
and stops (or at least slows down) while I snap photos on our walks,
and pulls over to the side of the road to let me hop out
and snap photos of things I find captivating.
When the big projects I juggle feel like a quagmire
or an imminent implosion,
he doesn’t just tell me to take a break,
he takes me out to play
or on a date to the Georgia Tech bookstore
(where he looks at Science & Technology
while I browse the poetry section, you’ll note).
He is the light at the end of my tunnel,
The Man behind The 70273 Project,
and were I a cat,
this is how I would spend our evenings
because I adore this man.
I absolutely, thoroughly, flat-out adore him.
Happy birthday to The Engineer.
Why yes, he was born one day after Nancy
. . . and a few years earlier.
How much his deeds reflect his being. How much his being radiates his heart. How much your post offers a reflection of him in the surface of the vast sea of your love.
I always feel so very Seen so Held by your words, my friend, and today you See The Engineer. I do so wish we lived closer. xo
When you find the “Once in a Blue Moon” light of your life, your life becomes whole and you blend into a perfect love.
So you’re a poet, too? Is there nothing you can’t do, my new friend? Your words give me goosebumps . . . and that’s a good thing. Thank you. xo
I just speak from experience.
Linda from Sunny St Petersburg