Living Our Dreams - Baltimore National Aquarium

Living Our Dreams In Portions

Life in the May house has been on the up and up this past year, to say the least. Now, do not get it twisted, we have had some oopsie daisies and low points. However, mostly, we have been living the gracious man’s version of high off the hog. (No pigs were harmed in the making of the year.)

We still like to retreat, relax and reflect on how far we have come since the beginning of this lovetrip. I will be the first to tell you, you can plan your life down to your very last breath if you want, but trust me; life will laugh in your face and teach you a thing or two about improvisation.

So much of what I dreamed over the last 5 years has manifested in unexpected ways. Many things are merely just beginning to bud, and others are still barely seeding. All blows my mind. Where has the time gone? Like seriously, we have a whole son?

When I first boarded this train to forever and 80 years, Frank and I were just two post-grad college kids dreaming about doing great things. We were still vibing off of our mountain love high. We had visions of dismantling all of the fxck sh!ts of society and living the life of the rich and famous. Then we both accepted revolution does not require martyrdom, and neither us likes drama that comes with fame. We are more the Netflix and chill after a performance type of couple. Plus, we definitely game for a twilight mission as Octonauts at the Baltimore National Aquarium on corporates’ tab kind of family.

Yes, we still like to hit the town and paint it rainbow-colored and drop the mic and hear rounds of applauses and “hell yeah’s” while watching our wealth accumulate. However, we also found love in the effort and confidence it takes to paint a beautiful life. We have a renewed and greater appreciation for the faith and commitment required to manifest dreams into our reality—together and independently.

Every day the fruits of our love and labor grow sweeter. Each day a new door reveals more opportunities, and grander windows open and in pours graces. As a result and appreciation, our pens never stop writing our perfect life. I am thankful and grateful for the ink we have been given, regardless of the colors, shades, and/or quality.

You have my heart indefinitely. Your best life is in my dreams,

—♥Egypt

A Space Called Mother I

Somewhere between power trip and power failure, I exist—in a cold dark place full of warmth—or heat—I dance like water at my best—like ice at my depths. I still birth.

—9:16 post meridiem, November 25th, 2018

Here, I imagine—You feel more at home in my body than I do.

I find solace in watching myself trying to be a good mother—a perfect mother—I found honor in knowing that she still only exists adorned in glittering imperfections. I see her tries—all of her attempts that lead to half actions and whole actions have thus far transmuted into You—ten toes, ten fingers—arm, leg, leg, arm, head.

—10:19 ante meridiem, Masha’Allah, November 26th, 2018

I have learned to feed you—and still, I am not yet half the mother I am to be—for I have only just begun to nourish your cries for my attention—your restless waves for my acknowledgment—your tossing and turning—your tides attempting to pull from my seashores a distant touch.

—10:53 ante meridiem, Learning to Love Again