ONE WITH NATURE

My little man loves to be outside. It doesn't matter if it is hot out, cold out, raining, snowing, he will do anything to get himself outside. He bats his sweet little eyelashes at me, he says "mama, outside?" in his sweet little baby voice... and if those two things don't work, he reverts to angry baby mode and throws his little self on the ground screaming and kicking while screaming "Outside! OUTSIDE! OUTSIDE!!!"

When he does get out there to run free [well, sort of], he is the happiest little boy. Ever.

LOVE ♥

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Louis De Bernieres