An Early Valentine to My Family

Roses are red, violets are blue, I can't believe how much I fucking love you.
Yesterday we hung out on the sailboat while Bryan worked on it, something involving ropes and water. Or water and cleats? Whatever. My husband is so freaky style-y sexalicious the minute he gets around the ocean I find it hard to concentrate. Like a great big salt lick. Oh, yeah, I went there. And then there's the little chunkalunka he's holding here on the dock. Be still my ovaries...Bryan loves this photo because it looks as if Ozzy's trimming a sail. In reality he was trying to stuff the thick, moldy rope into his mouth, but one day--one day soon--we will have him out sailing.
Zoey's french fisherman outfit was totally coincidental, bee-tee-dubs. Does she not remind you of a 5 year old Jane Birkin?? Mon freaking dieu, she is my everything.
You know how there are words in other languages that don't exist in English? Like "jayus," an Indonesian word that translates to a joke so poorly told and so incredibly unfunny that you cannot help but laugh. Well, I'm thinking there has got to be a word for loving something so much that you want to inhale it in, eat it up, fill your chest and belly whole. That. Certainly there has to be a word for that? Because this photo? I want to fucking eat it, you guys. The toes, the teeth, suck on the gristle of the knobby elbow even.
But I have done my research online and I cannot find such a word, so as with much of life I will have to make it up. Gompumm. How about that? Let's do it with an umlaut, then. Gompümm.
Done. Look it up. Gompümm [gahmpum] verb, transitive and otherwise. This:
Love. Love.

And love,
S