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“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.“
Other cute love quotes as told by kids:
When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.
Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.
Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.
Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.
Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.
HAPPY LOVE THURSDAY!
6 months ago today, as I was boarding the plane that would fly me far away from what I thought was my everything, I never imagined that I would be sitting here, at this little table under the orange stained glass lamp, in this kitchen overlooking a Montreal alleyway (have I told you about my strange love for alleyways? Stories for another day).
6 months ago today, I couldn’t fathom being apart from him for more than a few months. I thought 6 months would be pure torture… the. longest. 6. months. ever. in. the. history. of. 6. month. stretches. since. the. beginning. of. time. We’re talking about half a year. 180-something days. But it turns out that 6 months is a blink of an eye, broken heart or not.
6 months ago today, I was filled with worry and questions like where am I going to live? Where am I going to work? What am I going to do? What am I doing? I was wishing he would show up on the plane, like in the movies, and beg for me not to go and that we would start over and do it right this time and maybe even ride into some perfect sunset. But the plane took off and there was no grand gesture and tears rolled down my cheeks and before I knew it I was up in the sky flying into a perfect sunset with a heart so heavy that had I been sailing to my destination, I would have surely sunk the boat.
6 months ago today, I thought I might be writing this momentous post drunk, sobbing, self-pitying. But instead, I find myself sitting peacefully at my kitchen table with a steaming espresso and David Gray playing on the radio in the background. Most of my worries have been solved, many of my questions answered. I am living a perfect moment.
6 months ago today, as I left his arms, the Universe opened her big loving arms and took me in. I have been in her gentle embrace ever since; she has pointed me in the right direction time and time again. Tell me, how can I not believe in something bigger than myself? Why do I forget to trust that everything happens for a reason? That the past 12 years were perfect, the last 6 months were perfect and this moment, right here, right now, is just as it should be? And is it ironic or just the Universe’s way of lining everything up so that this day, which marks the 6 months since the end of my relationship also marks the wedding anniversary, the celebration of love of one of the most beautiful couples I know? I’m thinking there’s a message in there somewhere.
Happy anniversary Kat & V. May you always believe and trust in love and may you always notice the perfect moments.
I moved into my very own place over the weekend, which is so freaking awesome that I wish I had a better word to describe it, but in my excitement the only way I can currently emphasize the awesome is by prefacing it with freaking. It’s weak, I know, but I hope this conveys my enthusiasm.
C’est vraiment de toute beauté! I want to tell you all about it, and I will, but for now there are floors to wash, walls to paint, things to buy, things to rearrange, things to recycle, dust (and lots of it) to wipe off, groceries to do (you know the one – the first grocery shopping that costs like $350), smells to remove and fragrances to add (each house has its own smell and this place doesn’t quite smell like home yet – I suspect that a dehydrator full of macaroons, open windows, a blueberry pie in the oven, a pot of soup boiling on the stove top, some beeswax candles and a few incense sticks might do the trick).
I can’t wait to tell you all about the how (the Universe works in mysterious ways), the when, the who and the where (oh! how I love this where). I’ll be back when the house is clean, with a slice of pie and a cup of ginger tea and stories to share.
