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2006-04-13 + 9:07 p.m. It's the name of a painting (with two young Victorian girls in a garden with Chinese Lanterns. I think) and a song by David Lanz.
And there are the sweetest little lavender carnations and dusty rose lillies in the vase of flowers that was delivered to work on Monday, bearing the note: I've never had flowers sent to where I work before, and never for "just because". He said I sounded like I needed some TLC. Sometimes, it really is breathtaking to be loved. Despite all my silly little quirks and irrationalities (new word?), and most likely because of them, he really loves me. Silly, overdramatic, achy, rheumatic, not-so-talented-after-all, plain ol' me. Just me.
"According to the wrapper, chocolate always loves you back. Technically true, but it could never love you as much as I do. ;)" And special thanks to Kym for all your lovely and encouraging comments. It's nice to know some of this makes sense to someone other than me. :) |