No Man (Woman or Child) is an Island

Continued...

Teen - age culture invaded our world.

No games nights at school...but Disco's...where little girls had competitions to see how many boys they could kiss in a night.


5 year olds singing "Do you want to be my lover?"

Blatant sexuality packaged in pink - of course in this particular picture it is wrapped in black leather, which is not so poetic...darn it.

It may seem archaic, but I wanted to preserve your innocence a little longer...I wanted to read stories of honour and valour...I wanted to learn and to live a more simple life together.

However, there is no such thing as a perfect environment..."life" seeps in under the cracks in the door. I may have protected you from some influences...but I'm not so proud as to think myself flawless...I could not protect you from myself...I wasted time on the unimportant...I made mistakes, some more significant than others. For all that I am sorry. But I don't regret one single day of the life we made together during those years.

We are a strong unit, we learned many lessons - some of them from books, and we lived to tell the tale.

I am glad that we had snow days, and "bad" days, and a spell in Hungary. I am glad that we were obsessed with Lord of the Rings, and Harry Potter, and the West Wing. I am glad that we went bonfire making on the beach (with a person (!) not talented in the art of fire-making), that we did "school" wherever we found ourselves (in foreign lands, in hospitals, in my bed), and that we made up a funny song in French.

We have lived an interesting, and different, and good life - thus far.

Jolly well done, I say.