Our life in bloom.

Ever felt like you've been truly loved?
Like really, really loved by someone?
As in so blessed to the point that you had to wonder out loud...
"Am I truly the most lucky woman on earth or what?"
Then the realization that , "Yes, you are, indeed. Rejoice, humble woman!" hits you square in the face.

Short of turning into a mushy Danielle Steel novel, this blog entry is to celebrate my husband.
He, who answers to my distressed call, turns up at home unexpectedly bearing a sweet scented bunch of wild roses just to cheer me up.

He, who abandons all, just to give me a hug and make sure I am alrite.

He, who travelled all the way from his office, gave me such a jolt of shock and surprise my face was frozen for almost an eternity when he showed up. (I had to rearrange my face back to normal after this surprise.)

He, who gave me so much love, ought to be celebrated every second, every day.

There is true love in this world after all.
I just had to stop looking and it came to me.
Also, I had to travel halfway across the world before it found me.

Je'taime, mon amour.