When I write here, on this blog, I sound a certain way. And I most certainly am that way - just not all the time. It's almost always late at night when I sit down to write. The sky is dark, and the world is settling in. I'm considered. I slow down. And then what's in my heart comes out.
I am loud, impatient and not hardly as romantic as I might sound sometimes.
It's for this reason that I'm so grateful I dedicate a small amount of time each week to be that considered guy. It's this time, late on a Sunday night while the rain cleanses the world and bangs on my tin roof, I look forward to most.
Truth be told, I haven't taken photos with Kesh yet. I want to be here though - sitting next to her. Just thinking about the time we've spent together.
Yesterday, I headed up to Sydney for a wedding. The night before and even the morning of, I was thinking of excuses for Kesh to come, to travel with me and hold an umbrella, even though I knew I wouldn't need it.
It's when I'm not with Kesh I realise just how often we are together. And it's then I realise I like it best when she's there. It's simple.
Fourteen hours after I left, I walked through the front door, greeted my faithful hound and laid on the bed, next to my sleeping wife. I held her arm and put my head close to hers. I love her.
And that's how I feel all the time.
*I had big ambitions to document Kesh for a full day. It worked until she left at midday for a lunch date :)
Kesh wears: Stripe A Line Maxi Dress in Natural Heather Grey Stripe, Rib Nylon Spandex Legging in Royal Blue and Reversibly Easy Sweater in Rogue Boucle by American Apparel.