“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people,
that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking
of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze
stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements
of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed
a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character,
but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”

Gabriel García Márquez
(Love in the Time of Cholera)

love is as they say a many splendored thing….but love is so personal, it means different things to different people…couples often seem to have there own secret language…inside jokes & sideways glances…when i was younger i absolutely believed in love at first sight…some all powerful connection that could be unveiled within a single moment…now, i suppose the years have jaded me…or rather L.O.V.E. has changed my perspective…i know find that love is tucked in between little moments & nuances of day to day life…it is not a passionate kiss (although those are wonderful) or in words of adoration (although those are wonderful too)…for me it is in all the unexpected lovely bonds that only time can bring…it is in the surviving of intense life moments & along with the  mundane routines of cohabitation…it is no longer a pit in my stomach willing the phone to ring…but rather knowing it’s him & still feeling happy about it….love is a journey riddled with unexpected bumps & way too many dishes…it comes in all forms & for some when they least expect it, for others right when they need it the most…what ever leg of the journey you are on, try your best to embrace it…even if you are desperately waiting phone the phone to ring…each & every nuanced moment of life is full of some nugget of sweetness….sometimes i actually miss the dull ache of not knowing…but more often than not, i feel lucky…those who know some of the details of my life might think i am a bit loopy to feel lucky after all i have encountered….i feel lucky to be on the journey…and to have found my own little sweet space where love exists….my home, my life is exactly where i want to be……xoxoxoxoxo

& that must be L.O.V.E.

are for sleeping in…xoxo

absolutely beautiful…

xoxoxo

a little more sweetness....

xoxo

of motherhood….

is hard to describe…..

xoxo

expecting love…xoxo

xoxo

“the sweetest thing”

The sweetest thing I’ve ever known
Was like the kiss on the collarbone
Soft caress of happiness
The way you walk, your style of dress
I wish I didn’t get so weak
Ooo, baby, just to hear you speak
Makes me argue just to see
How much you’re in love with me
See, like a queen, a queen upon her throne

It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know,
It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know

I get mad when you walk away (don’t walk away)
So I tell you leave, when I mean stay
Warm as the sun dipped in black

Fingertips on the small of my back
More valuable than all I own
Like your precious, precious, precious, precious dark skin tone

It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know,
It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know

It was the…Ah
I tried to explain
Ah…but baby, it’s in vain

Speaking on my mother’s phone
The touching makes me think I’m grown, (you ain’t grown)
Sweet prince of the ghetto
Your kisses taste like armoretto
Intoxicating, oh, so intoxicating
How sad, how sad that all things come to an end
But then again, I’m, I’m not alone

It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know,
It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know

LAURYN HILL