Let your love come down

I LOVE old songs, especially old funky ballads.

And it's repetitive I know, but again I have to sit and marvel and the people in my life who love me. I'm so very fortunate.

And I rarely use names here, it's always a little guessing game I suppose. And I recently read a post entitled 'love is' and I'm going to follow suit, because I'm sleep deprived and incredibly contentedly happy. So here goes.

Love Is:
- phone calls at the start, and the end of my day
- random text messages from miles away
- uncontrollable laughter
- not seeing much in anyone else
- warmth
- cupcakes, fondue and funny stories
- Frogs
- Music
- fooood
- small, inconsequential details
- comfortable
- anticipating what I'm going to say next
- having far-fetched hope
- having a place to rest your head
- learning to see the bigger picture
- a shoulder to cry on, when things seem worse than they've ever been
- a stamping set
- vulnerability
- falling asleep, smiling.

And that is what I am going to do :)