Just got home from work and while waiting at a stop light, the girls in the fazoli’s truck next me gave me a free t-shirt. Lol.
To be in love. Being in love. What does that mean? Is it just one kiss, one passing glance or one smile, one feeling that fills the heart and overflows through every part of our soul? What is it, really? Why does it feel so different than anything we have ever felt? What is love… Love. Four common characters combined to form one word that means everything to everyone. One word that wrought the world as we know it, one word that keeps everything together, one word that can create as well as destroy.
Yet, the simplest of it just is the feeling when you wake up next to a person and hug them closer and smell their skin and feel their warmth and you know full well, that it doesn’t get any better than this.
Break time. Headed home for some turkey day good times. :)