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Second Day With My Camera


I began my journey at the West End Overlook, which has one of the best skyline views of Pittsburgh.  It was really cold, even though the sun was out, so I took as many pictures as my little fingers could handle.

Then I went for a walk at an unofficial dog park not too far from my home.  There were people out with their dogs, but I wasn’t too sure how to approach them to see if I could take pictures of them and their pets, so I pretty much kept to myself and got some cool pictures of the scenery.  I better figure out how to talk to people though if I eventually want to get in to portrait/candid photography.  lol

{Not sure why, but I feel less confident in my abilities as a photographer when I’m snapping photos of just landscape.  I feel as if I never do any of it any justice.}

These were just a few of the pictures I took.  I probably saved only 20 or so out of 60-70..


It’s amazing how self-conscious I feel putting these pictures up.. just waiting for the world to judge the view through my lens.


Photography Critique


Early Spring

After months of debating, I finally saved enough money and purchased a brand new DSLR:  a Canon EOS Rebel T3i.  It came with a bundle kit; including lenses, and filters, and this and that, and a bunch of other stuff I still have to learn how to use… But I’ll get there.  lol

The fact that my life is going to be changing so much within the next year and a half (read:  At my first real crossroad…)  I decided this is the perfect time to look at other opportunities; such as starting my own business and becoming a photographer.  I think it would be so fun to meet new people and I would feel so honored to share a part of people’s lives in helping them remember some of the most important milestones they’ll face.  {BTW-I’ve been thinking of doing this for almost a year now!}  Baby bumps, holding hands, little wrinkled fingers and toes!  Sigh.. so cute!

I’ve been doing a lot of research (Dan Heller Photography, Shannon Holden Photography, and I’m really excited about this one… WEDDINGS BY HEATHER – First of all she’s local, includes workshops, AND will provide one-on-one consultation to get your business up and running to be successful.  Win-Win.)

I decided that before I go quitting my stable and secure job though, I need to do a couple of things:  1)Research, Research, Research (I need to learn how to run a business first~taxes, marketing, contracts, etc) and 2) Actually get out there and take some pictures!

I’m still in the beginning phase.  But I thought I would put up a few pictures that I took from my first day of shooting (1 above and 2 below).  These are of my pup in my backyard.  What do you think?

Treasure Hunting for Adults..


Remember when you were little and you would spend sun-up to sun-down (or at least until the street lights came on); hiking through the woods, splashing through creeks, climbing up trees, walking on train tracks, building tree forts, and playing games, such as hide-and-seek, ghost in the graveyard, red light-green light, simon says?

Remember when your imagination would keep you occupied for hours and hours, while you were skipping through secret gardens, swinging from rope vines in tropical jungles, or racing through obstacle courses? Even the occasional hot/cold game would keep you entertained. “You’re getting hotter! Oh, now you’re getting colder. Ah, you’re on fire! You found it”!

Well now, you can bring your childhood back! Or you can give your own children a completely new set of mysteries for their imaginations to discover.

What am I talking about? READ ON my friends..

Geocaching! If you don’t know what it is, but you have a love for adventure, enjoy being outside, and have a passion for sightseeing….


It’s much easier if you use the phone application (costs 10 bucks), but that’s really the only expense you’ll have for hours and hours of fun. 

Ok here’s what it is:  Officially from, Geocaching is a treasure hunting game where you use a GPS to hide and seek containers with other participants in the activity. 

There are millions of caches all around THE WORLD! 

In fact, my roomie and I just found one a couple of days ago. Don’t mind my disheveled appearance please. =)


To begin our treasure hunt, we first had to find a secret park, located only 2 minutes away from the city (Pittsburgh)!  How cool is that?  Woods all around you, and the city is right there!   Most yinzers (Pittsburgh slang… gotta love it) don’t even know it exists. 

Once we found the park we had to go thuough a short dark tunnel–this is when the adventure begins!  My cellphone was our GPS and helped track the coordinates provided.

The cache was buried inside a hollow tree about half a mile from our starting point and on top of a large hill.  Our treasure was really a large plastic supplement jar, but inside we found a Travel Bug attached to a hocky puck! 

“What’s a TravellBug?” you say…

Well, states that a Travel Bug is a Trackable that moves from place to place, picking up stories along the way. 

Our travel bug that we encountered came from a 10-year-old hockey fan who lives in Germany. The Current Goal is for the hockey puck “to meet ice-hockey friends all over the world”. My roomie and I have to find jerseys so we can take a picture with it and upload it for the kid to see it’s made its way to Pittsburgh. I’ll update once we get the picture taken.

Cool little FYI, the “Travel Puck”, as it’s been dubbed has already traveled 5326.6 miles!

So far, I have 6 caches under my belt, but I am expecting more to come this weekend!

I’ve kept my geocaching hikes from this past week a secret from my boyfriend so I can take him out on a surprise geocaching date on Sunday. I don’t think he’s ever really even heard of it. What a Muggle! (That’s a term of endearment for people who don’t know what geocaching is). I’ll let you know how that goes.. LOL!

Ahh! My shed!


So I go out to my shed the other night to grab my wet sawfor a neighbor and realize something is not right.  Mind you it’s night time so it’s kind of hard to see anything, let alone this….





Luckily… the tree is NOT on my property AND is rotted.  Another plus is that the property the tree is on, is owned by a company and not an actual neighbor. 

Thank God, exchanging information and having their
insurance company send a claims adjustor to check it out was a lot easier than I thought it would be.  Yes!  For once.. lol

Took a vacation from the blogging world, but I’mmmm Baaack!


So I know it’s been awhile since I’ve last blogged… (SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED!) And thanks to a co-blogger Eliza Shane ~ Finding myself at 40(ish) I realized I missed reading about others daily lives/musings, as well as sharing mine.  So, thanks Eliza Shane!  😀

So a real quick download of what’s happened since my last post on December 1, 2011 Hello my blogging friends.

I finally bought a computer and received it Mid-December.

Then I went to Cherokee, North Carolina to surprise my daddy for his birthday!


I held my annual Naughty Or Nice Party.  It was awesome.  It’s basically a gift exchange where people bring a naughty or nice gift (most of my friends prefer naughty…hmmm?) and we put them in one big pile.  I draw one of their names from a jar and that person then gets to pick from the pile of bagged/wrapped/bowed vibrators, dildos, and sex games and the rest of us oooh and ahh, or just laugh at the absurdity of some of the gifts.

My beautiful and incredibly smart cousins came, which is awesome because we don’t get to see each other too often.


These are some cute pics of Brian and I that my cousin took.



Speaking of which, Brian and I won boob and penis coffee mugs, as well as this awesome little toy that has rows and rows of buttons.  Each button that’s pressed screams out some horribly entertaining insult followed by every dirty word known to man.  I think even sailors would blush at these obscenities.  My favorite is, “SWALLOW MY BABY BATTER!” I guess….. maybe (just maybe) you have to hear for yourself to get the full effect.

Brian came home with me for Christmas; after a tug-of-war battle between the mothers–his and mine (Scary future wedding planning pops into my head and causes occasional nightmares and cold sweats).   We ended up giving in to both of them and had to rush around all weekend, driving from one family to the next–or should I say from one state to the next.  It was one of my most favorable Christmas’s though.  ANNND. I must have been a VVVERRRRRRRY good girl..  Just saying.  My moms living room was filled with presents (took up half the room!)


New Years Eve was just as wonderful!  Brian and I spent it with his friends and family.  His sister-in-law’s parents own a Condo at Seven Springs Ski Resort; absolutely beautiful place!  The theme for the evening was bow ties and cummberbunds, which then turned in to moustaches (the White Elephant gift exchange revealed a party pack of assorted ‘staches, which everyone needed to utilize ASAP of course) and dirty blow-up doll pictures.  What’s a party without those things..?

On January 19th, I had surgery on my shoulder.  The doc originally thought I had a S.L.A.P. tear, which is a fun little acronym for a tear in my labrum.  So surgery came and went.  Found out my labrum was stretched, and I had bone spurs and bursitis.  So instead of stitching; shaving, and smoothing were the course of action.  My mom came up for a whole 8 days (and yes, she actually went home–alive and healthy).  She was a great caregiver and I couldn’t have done it without her.  It didn’t help that I had surgery on my right shoulder, so it was about 2 weeks before I could even really use my right arm/hand for everything.  And seeing that I use my right hand for pretty much everything.. it was a struggle.  Hey! Try wiping your butt with your left hand–you’ll see!  No, seriously!  Try it.Not an easy feat, I’m tellin ya.

I’m doing okay now, back to work after being off 45 glorious days… Just started on light duty a couple of weeks ago and will be heading back to full duty April 2. Boo!  It’s still probably too early to go back to full duty–for those of you just starting to read my blog, I am an active duty military cop, but our manning is down and my shift is really hurting for people.  So back to work I will go.

My birthday was on February 8th.  Brian planned (all by himself!) a romantic birthday weekend in Deep
Creek, Maryland.  It was so amazing.  He done good, folks!  The condo we stayed in had a view of a partially frozen lake, and beautifully lit ski slopes.  To include a fireplace and a ginormous jacuzzi tub.  We made a delicious seafood dinner (lobster, crabs, scallops) our first night, and some incredibly tasty jalapeno and cheddar burgers the second night.  We did nothing but eat, drink, and… well, yeah I think you know the rest, shop!  We found these awesome little shops that had a bunch of touristy inventory and explored pretty much all of them within a mile from the condo.  Really an awesome weekend.

While I was off from work, I received a phone call from my supervisor telling me that the Air Force wants to shut the base down because of budget cuts, and blah, blah, blah.  Now, that I’m back to work, and we’ve had meetings upon meetings about the base closing, and dream sheets for our future job assignments have been requested of us approximately a dozen times, my future that I had planned out until retirement is slowly starting to disappear.  I thought I was going to stay here, get my twenty, achieve my Ph.D, become a professor at some local university, and live a boring, yet, secure and successful life.  Yeah, once again, life throws a curve ball.

But I still see light at the end of the tunnel; it’s not completely over yet.  Congress has to approve the budget cut first.  Then, and only then will the base close.  My commander is pretty dead set on the fact that the base is closing and that they’re only keeping up the perception of waiting for Congress to decide.  I’m going to write more in my next post about this.  Otherwise my “quick download” that has slowly morphed into a novel, will then become an epic.>

So I’ve had to deal with the stress of figuring out what I’m going to do with my life, IF the base closes.  Big choices and changes coming up boys and girls.

And that is pretty much the extent of what happened since December.  I’m looking forward to writing more frequently now that I do have a computer, the holidays are over, and I have full use of my right arm again.  I’m excited to start reading the blogs I used to follow and all the new ones I encounter on the way!

Hello my blogging friends


So many things have been happening! And it’s not that I haven’t felt like writing it’s just that I have not had a computer! I still don’t have one, but I am able to use my work’s computer to write this out. So shhh.. It’ll be our secret.

First of all I would like to say I hope everyone had an awesome Thanksgiving.

My Turkey Day was probably one of the best I’ve ever had. I hosted dinner this year AND made my first turkey ever. And guess what? It came out wonderfully! Really! It was delicious. One of the guys I work with used to be a professional chef, so he gave me some good hints. What was really nice about this whole experience is that a good friend of mine, Sammy, helped me make pretty much everything. It was so fun working in the kitchen with one another while our guys sat in the living room watching football. I kinda liked the feeling of cooking for others… ahh growing up, what a feeling.

To make our wonderful turkey we did two things (after taking the nasty organs out and washing it-that was quite an experience by the way). We first stuffed the turkey with oranges, apples, and garlic cloves. Then we took a cheese cloth, soaked it in butter and white wine, and draped it over the turkey. Every 30 minutes we would baste the turkey and cheese cloth. We did this for the first 3 hours. We then took the cheese cloth off (it was starting to get too brown) and we covered the turkey with foil and continued basting, but only every hour after that.

We made stuffing, which I’m not a big fan of, but I made it the way my mom makes it (with sausage, craisins, and slivered almonds) so I knew I wouldn’t mind it too much. I also made my delicious candied yams. We had green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, and corn also. Oh! And can’t forget the crescent rolls!

What made this holiday more special was the fact that this was Sammy’s first American Thanksgiving. She’s Lebanese and normally does her own culture’s way of Thanksgiving with her family, but it’s normally with Arabic food.

It was so nice being surrounded by people I love and just enjoying some awesome food and good times.

My mother did get upset with me that I didn’t come home for Thanksgiving. She will swear up and down that she thinks I’m lying or as she put it “fudging” the truth. I told her over a month ago that I had to work on Thanksgiving day, which I was scheduled to do. So my friends and I made plans to do something later on Thanksgiving night so I could still have a turkey day. Well later on, I found out that we had enough people working, so I could take off work if I wanted to, and because I had so much cooking to do, I decided I would take it off. And since I already made plans with my friends, bought the turkey, and all the food since Thanksgiving was only a few days away at this point, it’s not like I could cancel with all my friends, waste the food, and go home to see her. So this created her calling me, yelling at me every day, putting the guilt trip on me about how we don’t spend enough time with each other and it’s all my fault, blah, blah, frickin blah de dahhh. Then the icing on the cake, is yesterday I get an email on facebook from her going on and on about how she was so hurt that I lied to her. I love you mom, but please drop it, you’re making me sound like a broken record apologizing over and over and over AND over again. There’s nothing that can do be done about it now.

Pissed Off at Selfish People


I know it’s been a few days since I’ve put any posts up.. THAT is because my computer is shot.  So now I have to wait until Black Friday and (fingers crossed) can find an awesome deal on a laptop.

Before I go on.. I just want to give you readers a warning..


Ok, if you’ve been following my blog, you may have read my post titled, “Court Subpoena”. 

And if you haven’t and are too lazy (don’t blame ya, cuz I’m pretty lazy myself) to click the link to see what it’s all about.. I’ll give you a short summary.  Basically I came upon an accident with a bunch of kids in the middle of the night and I stopped.  Turned out I stopped and got myself involved right into a crime scene, where I became a witness.  Now after going through the PAIN in the ass process of being a witness (read, “Dear City of Pittsburgh” ) I understand why most people don’t stop to help others, but COME THE FUCK ON PEOPLE. 

Get over your selfish and tiny pathetic selves and realize the world is so much bigger than you.  And if you see someone hurt, or in trouble, then FUCKING help.  Atleast call the cops.  No one’s asking you to be a super hero, but to be a good citizen, or just a decent FUCKING person, you could ask if they’re ok.  Just showing that someone else is there and cares, helps. 

What’s bringing this on is this:

 I’m on my way home from the gym, going downhill around a bend, the sun has already set.  Pieces of glass shine off my headlights in the middle of the road, I hear the crunch under my tires, and see a dark figure standing off to the side of the road next to a car that has been completely smashed in from the back.  Seriously, tail lights gone; bumper is now an innie.  I pull up and see it’s a woman around my mom’s age.  You can tell she’s in shock.  I ask if she’s ok and if she’s called the police.  She says she’s just shook up and that she doesn’t have a phone.  

I pull over to the side of the road, call the police, and get out to make sure she’s ok.  As we’re waiting for the police, 35 cars pass, and only three!, THREE!!, 3!!! cars stop to see if we’re ok.  It’s pretty fucking obvious there’s been an accident and only 3 people stop to see if help is needed.  Plus, it doesn’t help that it took the cops twenty minutes to respond.  I had to call back and mention that it was a hit and run and that we were in a perfect position to cause another accident (the ladies car wouldn’t start to move it out of the way).

Finally, the cops arrived.  I made sure the lady was ok, she asked for a hug; made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and then I left.

It just makes me so upset thinking that all those people drove by and less than 10% stopped.  I keep thinking, what if that was my mom?  I just hope that if that were to ever happen to me (I pray it doesn’t obviously), SOMEONE would stop. 

Not gonna lie.  If they do find the guy who hit this lady and drove off, and it now becomes a crime, I REALLY, REALLY hope I don’t have to be a witness again.  I would rather get punched in the face, or pee my pants in public, or get hot sauce in my eyes…. you get the picture..

Well thanks for listening to my rant.

I feel much better.

Christmas Gift Idea.. Getting Crafty


If you’re like me… ME = Loves XMAS. Loves giving, BUT on a limited budget this year…


You, my friends, are in for a treat.

In order for this to work, I guess the need for a crafty person should be thrown in to the mix..

I saw this idea (and some other awesome ideas) at this blog.

I’m planning on making these calendars for gifts this Christmas!

To begin this wonderful creative and crafty journey, I headed to JoAnne Fabrics, but to my disappoint they only had four of the wooden cubes, and they were only an inch on each side. Grrrr

BUT, since I truly believe in making lemonade outta lemons, I decided to give it a go.

I ended up making these adorable (well, I think they’re adorable) cubes that have my God Daughter’s name and birth year on them.

So let me know what you think.

I’m going to order the wooden cubes online because I don’t think any of the craft stores near me sell them, but then I’m going to give these calendar ones ago.




Freedom Ain’t Free


I just want to say THANK YOU to everyone who has served in the United States Military–past, present, future–and in doing so, take a walk down memory lane and share some memories that began my career in the Air Force. 

I was 18, a few months away from my high school graduation, and “temporarily” living with my boyfriend, Zak. We had just finished making dinner and were about to sit down and eat when my best friend, Vicki called.  Side note:  Vicki moved to Pittsburgh our senior year of high school. 

Vicki:  Guess what I just did!

Me:  While the endless possibilities do kind of excite me, my mashed potatoes are getting cold.  What did you do–another tattoo? 

Vicki:  No, Re-Re (that was just one of our loving nicknames for each other).  I joined the Air Force!  And, you should join too.  That way you can come visit me at least once a month when you have drill!  Drill is referring to the one weekend a month that a reservist must attend for training purposes.  Mine would have taken me to Pittsburgh.

With that phone call EVERYTHING in my life changed.  Just 5 minutes before I had been talking with Zak about my acceptance to Ohio State University and how I did not want to go.  See, my high school offered this program called Post-Secondary, which basically meant that I went to a community college my senior year instead of attending actual high school courses.  So I was already colleged out and this phone call was offering me another way.. another choice.  Plus, I’d get to see my best friend a whole lot more AND get paid for it!  Win, win. 

I talked it over with my parents, and even though my mother was not thrilled AT ALL, me being my stubborn self, went a month after graduation and signed my life away to Uncle Sam.

Even though I enlisted in July, I wasn’t scheduled to leave for basic training until January.  I had about 10 lbs that I needed to shed before they would let me leave.  So I worked out, I ran, and I lost those 10 lbs.  Next thing I know, it was January 5th, my bags were packed, my parents were kissed goodbye the night before, and I was on a plane headed towards San Antonio, Texas.

From the airport, a bus picked all of us new recruits up and transported us to Lackland Air Force Base.  It wasn’t long before I was cursing my mother for gene inheritance, or maybe its a learned trait, whatever the case, I know that I got the whole “doesn’t know how to pack lightly” gene/trait from her. 

I scurried off the bus dragging my heavy luggage to form a line with the other recruits.  T.I.s (Training Instructors) were screaming at us from the moment we set foot on the ground.  Veins were popping out of their foreheads, spit was flying every direction–I was extremely aware that the very threat to the end of my stinking existence was upon me. 

Advice that had been given to me by a former military person before I left for basic training was to “play the game” and to remember that the instructor’s job was to break you down so they could build you back up.  The problem with this mentality though, was that I didn’t take a whole lot seriously… in the beginning. 

T.I.s yelled, no, SCREECHED, at us to pick up our bags, then drop them.  Pick up our bags, then drop them.  Pick up our bags, then drop them.  We proceeded to do this torture, err, I mean “breaking” method for the next hour of my life, all while my ear drums were about to burst. 

The next week went by in a blur.  Uniforms and boots were issued.  We walked EVERYWHERE–for miles each day wearing canteens to not die from dehydration and carrying our military issued Star Wars light sabers during hours of darkness.  Well that’s what they looked like to me.  They were really just big flashlights with a yellow cone snapped on.

I learned within days that having a sense of humor was not a wanted commodity at basic training, which for me only added an extra challenge to this already challenging feat.  I mean I laugh at myself ((daily)) just for making a funny face or noise.  I laugh at people, LOUDLY, when they fall and hurt themselves.  But I’m not supposed to laugh while people do or say stupid things at basic training??? C’mon, give me a break.  When a T.I. says things like, “Alright, clown.  Push some floor” or 40 women are told they all have a total of 5 minutes to take a shower (with only 8 shower heads).  To me, that’s humor. 

I made the mistake of laughing at my T.I. one day.  He had made a joke at one of the new recruit’s expense and when he started to laugh (See?? He laughed first, it should be ok!) I just lost it–with a loud hyena pitch outburst.  When he heard me, his laughed stopped so quick it sounded like he had choked, his smile erased from his face in a blink of an eye, and the next thing I know, he’s standing in front of me screaming, “You think I’m a dang comedian or something, you piece of fungus-licking turd??”  What do you say to that?  How do you not laugh?  Or at least crack a smile; a wink even, just so he knows that you know it’s just a game and he really is funny. 

Well, my smile cracking laugh to his comment got me 45 minutes of laughing–at a wall.  And here my smart ass is all loud and proud staring at this blank wall shouting, “HA, HA, HA, HA“, thinking in my head, “Oh, I’ll show him.  He won’t win”, which then later became a much softer, tired, and thirsty whispered, “ha, ha, ha, ha“, thinking in my head, “Ok, I get it.  You win”.  This moment became lesson number one for me.  Guess who learned to control their laughter real quick after that??  That’s right, you guessed it.  This girl.

A couple of days after my laughing incident, I woke up to reveille, and jumped up to get dressed–there were lots of morning chores that needed to be done.  Beds and shoes to be aligned, every single room needed to be dusted, swept, mopped, etc.  As I began making my bed I noticed a big red stain on my sheets.  Yep, it happened.  My period started.  Guess who got the last laugh now mother fuckaa… baahahaha!  Just picturing his face again when I told him–the look of disgust so evident… still makes me chuckle!    

You can probably guess correctly that my T.I. was not very found of me after this situation.  So it was probably to his relief that I got hurt and had to go to medical hold. 

I was in medical hold for about a month in a half, which really turned out to be a blessing in disguise.  The 319th Medical Squadron is where I learned how to do everything–shining shoes, marching, hospital corners, folding towels and t-shirts, military discipline–and it was all at a place where things were a little more laid back and a sense of humor was a little more accepted. 

I met some great people and learned a lot about myself.  There was one girl who had been a basic training; stuck; for almost a year because she had broken her back on the confidence course.  The military feels that they need to return you home the way you arrived.  So if you show up to basic healthy and without a broken back, then you will return home healthy and without a broken back.  Can you imagine?  You think you’re going somewhere for 6 weeks, you’re only a week away from graduating and going home, then you get hurt and now you’re stuck in your own personal hell for an entire year! 

After they fixed me and I was able to return to training, I had to start over from scratch with a brand new group of girls.  This time though I came in almost a week later.  Bonds had already been formed and friendships had already been made.  I was the odd man out.  It didn’t help that the next day I was made their Dorm Chief and was put in charge of 43 females.  I was 19 years old and in charge of people who were old enough to be my mother!  This being my first position as a leader, I definitely made some mistakes, but we came out on top.  

Being in the military has given me confidence, discipline, dreams, goals, resources to achieve whatever I aspire to do, family, lifelong friends, courage, strength, knowledge. 

I learned a popular phrase while at basic, “Freedom Ain’t Free”.  Oh, how true that is. 

I thanked, in the beginning of this post, anyone who has served; past, present, future, but I would like to include those who have given the ultimate sacrifice–their lives.   

I am proud to be considered an Airmen, a sister in arms, and a patriot and will continue to serve and protect the freedoms for those I love most.

That Bob Marley Love


Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.

You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement.

They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself.

Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around.

You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are.

The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colors seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face.

In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby.

Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you.

You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon.

You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you.

You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile.

Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.

I couldn’t have described “love” any better.. thanks Mr. Marley..