Yesterday, I fell in love again.

He held me in his arms and moved us into a slow, romantic dance.
We are not dancers, but clumsy feet did not bother us.
It's in the way he held me, the way he brushed my hair.
It's how he looked into my eyes and smiled and

How can I explain?

Because what do I say--that the dance meant so much to us?

To me?

And then, what of holding hands? Sitting together, side by side?

What of a personal dedication? Of a fluffy song, no less? And TWICE, too.


You won't understand the joy of reunion until you have gone through a long separation. Good times just brings back so many more dear memories.

And it's true. Fall in love, again and again. And then rejoice! For that is what love is all about, too--a rejoicing, a celebration. That you have the privilege and gift of loving this same person, over, and over, and over again.

:)