Love Notes
Where love is concerned, too much is not even enough. - Pierre de Beaumarchais, French dramatist
I awoke several hours later to the whimpering hunger of our baby and saw my husband sleeping soundly within arm's reach. After our son had settled back into blissful contentment, I rose for a drink of water. I stumbled into the hall and flipped the light switch. There, I found the first note, hanging from the frame of our family montage: "I love you... because we are a family."
My breath caught for a moment, then I ventured farther along the hallway and... another note: "I love you because you are kind."
For the next half hour, I wandered through our home, collecting the precious bits of warmth and affection. On the bathroom mirror: "I love you because you are beautiful." On my stachel of essays: "I love you because you are a teacher." On the refrigerator: "I love you because you're yummy." On the TV, the bookcase, in the cupboards, on the front door: "I love you because you are funny... you are creative... you make me feel as if I can do anything... you are the mother of our son." Finally on our bedroom door: "I love you because you said yes."
It was intoxicating, soothing - an embrace to carry me through the sleepless nights and draw me back into the joy of my everyday. I slipped back into our bed and curled myself around my beautiful husband.
Gwen Romero
I wonder if one day my love story would be as wonderful as the ones I've read from the book.