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Next to our place, there is a beautiful park where roses always seem to be blooming.
There is also a very good Vietnamese take out place.

Tonight, we took candles and a bottle of cider and we ate a feast of Pho and Ga Xao Nam in the middle of the flowers.

Tonight, we picknicked in the park and I got butterflies in my stomach as I was enumerating to my Mr K. all the reasons why I've got him under my skin.

Tonight we celebrated 5 years of unconditionnal love and this day was just like those years : unforgettable, tender, and a bit magic.

I love you to the moon and back babe.

Yours always,

K.

Lovebirds.

Sometimes, Mr K. and I like to pretend that we just met.

We ditch our comfortable routines and we take each other on a special date.

Don't get me wrong, we go on "normal" dates all the time too but those are special because we pretend not to know each other by heart, we play the question game and we almost always end up discovering some sweet little secrets about each other.

Yesterday was one of those nights when we had something to celebrate, on top of it not raining for the first time in what feels like forever.

That's all the incentive that we needed and so, with Bonnie in tow, I took Mr K. to my ideal first date.

There were dim sum & dimmed lights, a pic nick, a walk in the park and many kisses.

It really was perfect and it totally made me fall in love with my boy all over again.

Thanks for playing along with me and answering such dumb questions as "what do you look for in a girl" babe !

Come to think of it, had I asked that one on our real first date, there might not have been a second one...Pfew !

x K.

De Zeemerminnen van Knokke.

I always find the sea so soothing.
it sounds corny as ever but every time I'm at the beach, I feel like the waves wash all my worries away.

Last Wednesday, as soon as Mr K. was done with his litterature exam -he has a good feeling about it, fingers crossed ! - we packed our family in the car and off we were, direction the North Sea.



It is a little known fact about our country but Belgium actually has some very beautiful beaches and some super cute seaside towns.
Knokke is without a doubt my favorite though, mostly because we have some magic memories there but also because it's one of the only places that allows dogs on the beach in the summer.

The first time that we had taken Bonnie to the sea, she was still a wee baby and she had been a little overwhelmed.
This time though, she seemed to be so happy, alternatively chasing waves and seagulls until she was exhausted and took a nap in the dunes.




As for me and Mr K., well, we were in our element.
Every time we go to the sea, it only takes for me to get out of the car and smell that first whiff of salt in the air to feel like I'm at home.




This little getaway was exactly what we needed and I already am looking forward to the next time we're going, this time, with the complete WBST.




Also,
ik zie jullie zo graag, mijn twee zeemerminnen :)

x, K.

Ain't no mountain high enough.

I tell everyone that will listen that Mr K. is my rock.

I know that it is one of those cliché words that you kind of have to use to describe your other half but not in our case.

I have lost count of the number of times that his strong arms cradled me until I stopped crying.

Over the years, he has proved to be an invaluable source of support, keeping me strong in stressful exam times and patiently making me recite hundreds of pages until I knew them by heart.

Truth be told, I would have failed and given up a long time ago if it weren't for him carrying me with all his strength.

No situation can faze him and he has stayed calm and strong through every storm that we had to weather.

In stressful situations, people will always turn to him because Mr K. is that type of person, the one that always has answers and can solve any problems.

Also, if you ever felt that boy's muscles, you'd know that really, "rock" is the best way to describe him.

Rock hard.

In our relationship, I'm the neurotic, emotionally fragile headless chicken and he is the water to my fire, the backbone of our little family.

This summer though, life decided to throw a curveball at us.

After months of hard work, Mr K. was rendered helpless by his crazy exam schedule (3 exams in 12 hours ? Really ?!?) and is stuck with exams to redo in August.

You'd think that having his hard work be rendered worthless by the cruel mentally ill person that made his schedule would crush him but he's staying strong.

Actually, the one that took it the hardest of the two was me.

To me, it was really hard to accept that Mr K. wasn't invincible and that sometimes, he would take a tumble just like us mere mortals do all the time.

I even resented him.

How could he let that happen ?

If he wasn't invincible, than what were WE ?

To be quite honest, I was awful with him and that's a burden that I'll always have to carry.

But now, I realize that this is my chance.

Maybe, by putting him in his situation, life isn't testing him (hello, the boy got better results than me at each and every course that we ever had together) but me, giving me a chance to prove him that I can be there for him and support him too in times of need.

And you betcha that that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

You and me together babe, we're invincible.

x, K.

PS : For some reason, this post made me think of "You'll be in my heart" from the Tarzan OST.

As if I wasn't teary eyed enough because of how unfair this situation is for my poor baby, now I'm full on bawling thinking of how the mama monkey died in the movie.

Thank God I'm only a substitute rock.

The Air That I Breathe.

Me and Mr K. function in weird ways.

When we're together, we each do our own thing.

At a party, you'll never catch us sucking throat, being one of those annoying couples who are glued to each other and don't socialize with anyone.

Actually, it's way more likely that we'll each be with our friends, making fun of those couples.

When we go back to my parents', I catch up with my family while Mr K. keeps himself busy.

It already happened that my mum pulled me aside, concerned that maybe he was feeling excluded from me and my brother's inside jokes.

The same goes for when we're just chilling at home, one of us playing guitar while the other one leafs through a magazine.

We're very touchy feely, crazy loved up people but you wouldn't think so if you saw us interact with each other.

Come to think of it, most of our friends probably think that we're both quite independent and they would be right.

I love my boy to pieces but hey, I'm a big girl, I don't need to be hanging on his arm 24/7.

Right?

Wrong.

Weirdly enough, when we're separated, it all changes.

Mr K. runs around like a headless chicken and as for me, well, it feels like life is sucked out of me.

A couple of days ago, Mr K. started his summer job and I started planning what I would do while he was gone.

I printed out recipes, thought of hikes to go on with Bonnie and of how I would reorganize my closet.

And then, on monday morning Mr K. left for work and so did all my energy.

For the past three days, I've been hanging around our place doing n o t h i n g.

Actually, if I wanna be really honest, by hanging around our place I mean leaving my bed once a day to make myself a sandwich.

Without my boy, it's like I'm holding my breath all day, unable to do anything until he comes back and I can breathe properly again.

I look around the rooms, telling myself that I should range or at least clean a little but for that I would need energy and for that, I would need to feed myself properly which also requires energy that I just don't have.

Defeated, I retreat to my bed with whatever old chocolate I found in the depths of our pantry and I count how many episodes of bad reality tv shows I have to watch until he comes back.

Me pathetic ?

Pfffft !

x, K.

Oh Happy Day.

A week and a day ago, my Mr K. celebrated his birthday.
He wrote about it already so I'm just gonna post snapshots from that lovely day.

It really was a happy day, and from his account of it, I think the birthday boy enjoyed himself too -and his presents !

x, K.

23 candles.

Birthday breakfast last year.

Today is Mr K.'s birthday.

I can hardly believe that he's turning 23.

When I met him, he was fresh out of high school and I felt so cool for having an older boyfriend.

Back then he had just turned 18 and to me he was the kindest, handsomest, funniest, smartest boy around.

I still feel that way by the way.

Since then we've celebrated our share of birthdays together, but really not much has changed.

(I mean, look at how HOT Mr K. is !)

He is now old enough to drink in any country but really, he's just an overgrown kid.

Over the years, his hair seems to get shorter as his body gets more inked and he gets hotter and hotter.

As his beard gets thicker with each birthday that passes, he gets called Mister more and more.

He's still my babe though.

To me, even when he's 62, he'll always be the handsome boy who came to pick me at the train station in his jeans jacket.

That will never change, no matter how many candles he blows.

One thing does change though : every year, I love him more and more.

Gelukkige verjaardag schatje.

Jij bent mijn wereld en ik hou van u tot de maan en terug.

x, K.

Can you tell that I love his old bones to death ?

The D.A. Badger Project // Metallic Lullaby °1

Mr K. is awesome.

He is gorgeous, funny, smart, great at any given extreme sports (that's sexy in my book) and he's also very talented.

See, Mr K. has that gift that few musicians have to be able to pick up any instrument.

Officially, he's a bassist, but there isn't a set of strings that will resist him.

Contrabass, electric guitar, acoustic bass...He's the man.

I'm always happy to listen to him rock out to the classics (we initially bonded over our mutual love for the great Lemmy) but sometimes, it gets a little head crushing to listen to speed rock or metal on repeat for a couple of hours.

Which is why I challenged him : he would have to turn those bitchin' songs into lullabies.

Anyways, everyone knows that some of those bands' best stuff is their slower, deeper material (hello Nothing Else Matters and God Was Never On Your Side).

Mr K. happily accepted and that's how the D.A. Badger Project started.

Today, his fingers were itching and he sat down with his Harley Benton to work on a classic.

An hour later, he had totally made the song his own AND had turned it into something to listen to on those nights where your Ipod is singing you to sleep.

I am deeply in love with Mr K. which some might see as me being partial but not anymore after they've listened to his cover.

Loved up or not, I can recognize a pretty bass line and a raw voice when I hear them.

Thanks for the cover babe.

I am so very proud of you.

x, K.

PAINKILLER by D.A. Badger

* Like any talented mofo, Mr K. is also a huge perfectionnist.

He wants me to let you know that this is only a draft version.

There.

Coming Up Roses.

In teenage years, me and Mister K. have been together forever already.

That doesn't stop us from still doing crazy-loved-up-young-couple stuff all the time though.

After all, we ARE crazy loved up and young.

To the great amusement of our families and friends, we celebrate our the anniversary of our meeting every month.

We might go to dinner one month and just chill in bed the next one but we always try to make it special.

Today though, it didn't seem to be in the cards for us.

We had no special plans, I had an early class and as you might have gathered from previous posts, we're both drowning in work.

We'd just do something a bit bigger the 2nd of July, when our exams would finally be out of the way.

No big deal right ? I mean, except for us, who celebrates their anniversary every month ?

As I got back from my morning class, I was feeling less in a celebratory mood than ever.

The teacher seemed to have made it a point to finish the term with a particularly hard to understand class.

That lady sure knows how to boost her students' confidence come finals time.

A friend had kept me waiting forever and a very early wake up had left me in a fuzzy state.

Really, all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and have a good cry.

As I arrived home, Mr K. was waiting for me.

We were about to go up when he asked me to please pick up the paper because he had forgotten to in the morning.

Funny that he forgot to take it though, because I'm pretty sure he opened our mailbox this morning.

The beautiful flowers that I found certainly didn't go there by themselves.

x, K.

If Mr K. wasn't such a darling, I'd probably be madly in love with him anyways just because of how gorgeous the man is.