Love

Diamonds . . .

         Roses . . .

             Cruises on the Caribbean . . .

                                  All nothing compared to this gift of love:


Cleaning up someone else's throw up.  Someone who just downed a huge glass of deep purple pomegranate juice.  Someone who got a violent and quick flu -- hours after baby girl (so I was already knee-deep in another flavor . . .).

This is love.  Being on your hands and knees scrubbing your love's insides spewed out.

Merry Christmas, love.