Lovers Are Un-Rested Again

Thirty seven years ago the world of Indiana welcomed their daughter. Their daughter who would grow and develop in northwest Indiana and, by her own admission, not know what to do when she finally did grow and develop. She graduated in 1993, at the height of the musical resurgence. Nirvana was enveloping the scene and Pearl Jam and the Smashing Pumpkins were making splashes of their own. She was partial to the Pumpkins. I was partial to Nirvana. I still love both.

She went to Purdue in the fall of 1993. Her new found freedom took a toll on her academics and she moved home not too much long after. She worked some jobs. Some restaurant jobs. She met some boys. Some boys are nice boys. Some boy will wish he doesn’t meet me. She stayed home for a bit with a nice boy and then decided to give Purdue another whirl.

Maturity and desire stuck this time and her academics excelled. She was on track to graduate from Purdue this time. She was with a nice boy and was set to be married. But, after reflection she decided that the nice boy that she was with was not the right choice for the rest of her life. She moved out and set out entirely on her own.

In 2002, her friend Erinn worked at Mad Mushroom. I worked at Mad Mushroom. I hung out with Erinn. Erinn hung out with Jon Turner. I hung out with Jon Turner. Erinn hung out with Indiana’s daughter. I began to meet Erinn out. In hopes to see her friend. I remember standing upstairs at Harry’s (a memory to is all too often fuzzy, this time is clear). “Hansen, what are you doing here?” she said.

“I came to see you.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

I was in love. I needed to know more. I needed to be with her more. I needed her more. I made more plans with Erinn. Then I began to make plans with Laura. Spring break came in 2003. Laura and Erinn went to Colorado. It seems that Erinn never came back from there, but Laura did. I had never missed anyone like that before. I longed for her. I had never longed for anyone. I had missed people, but never longed.

Laura came home, and aside from a weekend here and there, we have not been apart since. The 4th of July, I lazily stumbled through a proposal and redid it for Christmas that year. We married August 14th, 2004 and started a family on August 25th, 2008. We added September 10th, 2010.

The family has given new meaning to a poem I wrote her eight years ago. Lovers Are Un-Rested Again. Before it was from exploring our new love. Now it’s from that explorations efforts climbing into bed late at night.

I would never have it another way. I love you, I love you, I love you. May you be blessed on your 37th birthday as you were on your first, 29th, 33rd and 35th. I love you. Kennedy loves you. Miles loves you. Banky loved you. We all love you. Happy Birthday!

Please to enjoy.


  1. nicely worded mikey and happy birthday laura!


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