My Sweet Valentine

My best friend. My bride. The moment we met, and I shook your hand, my breath was taken away and replaced with a joy that will never say farewell. By God's grace I will love you like no one ever has or ever will.

Storm Clouds

The last few days have been perfectly made for hot soup, blankets and a good book. There is nothing quite like the smell of rain and the sound of water splashing into puddles growing underneath the windowsill, but now I think the clouds are retreating. Sunny SoCal needs a good washing every once in a while. *update* It is Monday morning and the storm has returned. Yesterday's retreat was a major deception. The rain continues to fall.