I love it when Delia sends pictures to me when she’s away. Like these from today when she stopped in one of my favorite Seattle places:
She isn’t as much of a compulsive photo-shooter as I am; she doesn’t actually take a lot of pics when she’s out and about, so it feels extra special — like a thoughtful gift — when she captures something and sends it to me.
I like that that something (or some place, in this instance) reminded her of me.
I love the feeling of being together when we’re apart. Sharing each other’s company even when we’re alone.
I love that she knows what *I* love.
I love quietly sharing solitude with each other.
Today was also nice because I had a desire this morning to request she take some pics and send them to me, but I managed to censor myself and not pester her like that; she has enough to do without me begging for live personalized photo-journaling for me to vicariously travel through her.
As it turns out, I did not have to ask, which made it even nicer to receive.