Inconceivable Incalculability of Finitely Infinate Possibilities.

1,708 days ago you wrote yourself into my life and changed it's direction forever. I did not know it then, but I knew how I felt when I first saw you. From the first "I love you," every 630,979,200 seconds I have never stopped.I know I can never add up all that you are and all that you've given me. You have multiplied my strengths, divided my troubles, and minused my sorrows. What I can calculate is that out of 293 days of marriage you have given me 585 "off to work" and "I'm home" kisses. At least 360 snooze button pushes. 293 good mornings and 292 goodnights. That is to say 426,320 matchless moments every minute we've been married. Every minute may not have been the best of times but the square root of all of them, (whether filled with tears, laughter, anger, or silence) is love. In other words, thank you for 25,579,200 seconds of incalculable joy. Since that serendipidous day we found ourselves in a library maze I knew there was something to be found. And since that day these numbers mean nothing. The feeling I feeleverytime I see your face cannot be measured metrically, seismically, poligraphicly, or biometrically. What we have is infinite and what we have is finite. Endless and weightless, I know i will love  forever. It may not be calcuable but that doesn't mean it cannot exist.

The Mother and Daughter Equation:

The relationship between mother and daughter varies throughtout one's life. In the beginning, the daughter is a mini-me of mommy. The daughter dresses (whether by choice or not), mimicks manerisms, plays house and she cannot wait for her big girl body, just like mommy.

As the daughter approaches the teenage years, mini-mommy becomes mini-monster. Suddenly, the mother no longer sees her own reflection...but her evil twin. What's worse is that no amount of mothering can manuever her daughter's desire to manipulate.

After seven years or so and an exorcism, the daughter realizes her wallet isn't big enough for college. And just like that, mini-me returns. Don't get too excited. Money cannot buy her for long. The daughters see-sawing sensitivity teeters frequently from mini-me to mini-monster; undecided...on paper and in person.

Luckily, as the semesters pass, the mother notices a change as the mini-me turns into a carbon copy of mommy. Her daughter's features mature along with her attitude and she is finally ready to leave the hub of the mothership to inflict that see-sawing sensitivity on her future spouse. For as long as the engagement exists, a pax romana is in place (both know they are no longer legally bound.)

After the honeymoon, I believe there are only two outcomes that are possible in the mother and daughter equation. 1) They start harboring weapons of mass emotional destruction, or, 2) They sign a treaty and make an alliance. Either way the husband is always stuck in the War zone.

Fortunately, I am blessed with the second outcome and my mother is more like switzerland. All must be fair in love and war.

Love is constipated

The harder you push nothing happens. Just let nature take its course and it will eventually work itself out, one way or the other. But, if left unplugged, it can have detrimental effects to the one in this condition. Quick fixes never work...waste of time and money.