Lovely Valentine

Well, it is four days away from our five month wedding anniversary and about four and a half months since I've last seen my valentine.  Not that it is a big deal, well it is, but it is not the end of the world and we're used to the distance by now. This is the third Valentine's Day we've been together although we've actually never spent a Valentine's Day together together.  Since he's been in Ireland and I've been here for those romantic holidays, it made those Valentine's dates difficult.   Anyway, I digress.  P.S.  Please enjoy the very child-like sketch of a dozen red Valentine's Day "roses" (and I use that term loosely) above.  My internet was down this morning, so I decided to open up Paint and doodle a bit.

I've posted this passage from my fav book, The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo, before, but since it is FTLOB's love letters day (and Valentine's Day), I thought I'd repost.  This is the passage that was read at our wedding on September 18, 2010 by one of my good friends who still managed to make it to our wedding even though she had just give birth by c-section three days earlier.  What a trooper!  Here she is on the left with the little baby bump that would soon become a cute baby girl:  

And here's the passage:

“When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke -- the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert. Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met, as had theirs here at the well. She smiled, and that was certainly an omen -- the omen he had been awaiting, without even knowing he was, for all his life. The omen he had sought to find with his sheep and in his books, in the crystals and in the silence of the desert. It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same thing. He was more certain of it than of anything in the world. He had been told by his parents and grandparents that he must fall in love and really know a person before becoming committed. But maybe people who felt that way had never learned the universal language. Because, when you know that language, it’s easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it’s in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one’s dreams would have no meaning."

And, since I'm in a lovey type of mood, here is "our" song.  I'll share it with you now:

And here is my Valentine: