To be loved like that

Gosh, I can't contact Crystal. I obviously don't know what's up with her 'cause I can't even contact her at this point of moment where I'm really nervous about something not done yet. Anyhow, I'm really happy with my achievement of tumblr and so. Oh, I feel like creating another tumblr or blog just for these love stories but I'm too lazy to manage so many things so I'll post 'em here.

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.