wandering pondering thoughts of you

How could I love anyone more than you?

I sit here and think of you, 500 miles away, and still feel like I'm walking on a cloud...
knowing we're going to be living out life's more mundane moments soon...not just dreaming of them...
will the sparkle fade? Will the reality be less than we imagine?

When astronauts travel through space and get closer to stars, do they look less beautiful close up? Dimmer?

Hell no.

We will both shine brighter and light the way for our own offspring.
I can't wait.