Last night, we had a loud thunderstorm.

It was so loud that it woke Larry and me up.

We listened to the rain and turned on an old French movie.

{Bell de jour}

The movie was over around 2:30 am

and I feel asleep in Larry’s arms.

This morning, I woke up,

listened to the news while still in bed,

then hid my face in my pillows.

Pippa got married.

I am so happy that she found her forever….

but merde,

do we have to be informed about  every moment of her day?

I dislike weddings with every inch of my being.

I dislike them,

I resent the game that major players of a wedding play.

I cannot stand the the absolute tragedy a wedding can turn into.

I  hate the price of things for weddings.

Please do not get me wrong.

I LOVE love.

I have been in love, with the same man  for 42 years.

There is no doubt about love.

It is what you do with that love that matters.

If you love someone enough,

that is all that matters.

I do not go to weddings anymore

nor

send gifts.
{ we send presents later to the couple}

I want to shout my feelings from the rooftops.

But, alas, I am a mother.

I am so filled with anger,

frustration,

sadness,

questions

and  I am

amazed at the lack of caring some people have.

Love is fragile.

How on earth can anyone take one moment of love for granted?

Love is something to celebrate  and to enjoy with family and friends.

Love hidden is not true love.

Love hidden is not true love.

Me