Love Stories


This past Friday I was lying in bed, still mostly asleep, while Romeo was up early working and listening to NPR.

He was in the shower when the elderly man’s voice came over the airwaves, sharing an excerpt of his Love story.

Being only semi-conscious, I didn’t catch everything he said, but I did hear the part where he fell in love, wed and spent the next 63 years on his Honeymoon. This touched my heart and brought tears to my eyes, especially since he was talking in the past-tense as his beloved had passed and “every day is a memorial for her.”

Dude! It was way too early in the morning for this!

I wanted to share this with Romeo. The radio host then went on to say that “this story, and more, available now in Dave Isay’s All There Is from StoryCorps. I should have known!

In lieu of divulging to Romeo how the radio program reduced me to sentimental tears, I decided to purchase the volume and gift it to my wonderful hubby for Valentine’s Day!

From the inside jacket:

In All There Is, StoryCorps founder Dave Isay shares stories of love and marriage from the revolutionary oral history project, revealing the many remarkable journeys that relationships can take.
In stories that carry us from the excitement and anticipation of courtship to the deep connection of lifelong commitment, we discover that love is found in the most unexpected of places—a New York tollbooth, a military base in Iraq, an airport lounge—and learn that the course it takes is as unpredictable as life itself. As the storytellers in this book start careers, build homes, and raise families, we witness the life-affirming joy of partnership and the comfort of shared sorrows and triumphs.
These stories are also testament to the heart’s remarkable endurance. In All There Is we encounter love that survives discrimination, illness, poverty, distance —even death. In the courage of people’s passion we are reminded of the strength and resilience of the human spirit. This powerful collection bears witness to real love, in its many varied forms, enriching our understanding of that most magical feeling.

::heart smile::

This will be a well read hardcover in our home.

Visit StoryCorps for more Life stories…


Eighteen and One

Eighteen Roses.

Seventeen Pink. One Red.

Together: 18 months. Married: 1 one.

Happiest. Girl. Ever.

Truly. SAVORED. Life.







The Art of “YES!”

I interrupt the “Un-Love Story” to announce that the Real Love Story has taken the next step…


So Much

So much is going on in and around me, it’s difficult to choose a specific place in which to begin. Quite honestly, I only want to write about one thing: Romeo & Co. (our family). But then again, I really don’t. It’s just one of those days weeks months years where inspiration saturates me, yet I cannot put it to paper. It borderlines sacrilegious! I want to document this.

2011 has been a chaotic dichotomy of Heaven and Hell ~ and it’s only the first week of June. ::sigh:: And while pain (and nearly every other negative emotion) has played a significant role during this time, it’s JOY that triumphs. JOY!!

How can this be? Easy. Love based in Friendship.

I cannot emphasize how incredibly AWESOME it is to be in love with your best friend. It’s weird to me. Perhaps more appropriate: it’s foreign to me. (At least in the form of reciprocity. ) Friendship. True Friendship. The friendship that is self sacrificial, supportive and kind.

What reigns in our relationship? Respect. Trust. Truth. Transparency.

In the face of adversity and in the heart of disappointment, Romeo and I bond more closely together. When the easier option is to walk away, we outstretch our hands and clasp tight.

Partnership. Friendship. Love. So Much Love.

“To love a person is to learn the song in their heart and to sing it to them when they have forgotten.” ~ Thomas Chandler

“It is only in winter that the pine and cyprus are known to be evergreen.” ~ Confucius

“If it weren’t for sorrow and bad times, every day would be Christmas.” ~ Lithuaniun proverb

Romeo and I have been together 15 months now…</p

One Year

Today, Romeo and I celebrate one year together. One WHOLE year! We laugh, because on one hand the past 365 days have whisked by, yet feel like we’ve been together forever on the other.

My heart is bursting at the seams. I am, by all accounts, Crazy. In. Love. As giddy today as one year ago, one would mistake us for teenage love puppies based on behavior alone… and have zero shame about it here in year 36.

True Love based on True Friendship. It’s all give and take…emphasis on “GIVE”.

So yeah, ONE YEAR!  WooHoo!


I love you, Romeo. xo

The One


Funny. It’s all quite a twisted turn of events that I can attribute only to fate. The world works in wild and mysterious ways and I’m ecstatic to be a product of this very cliché.

So yes, two years after my furlough out West, I’m essentially the happiest housewife that has ever lived. (minus the married part.)

There are a plethora of aspects to touch upon, yet my mind is vacillating on where to begin…

Being a single mom in the dating pool was enchanting…for one hot minute. The allure of the freedom to choose a partner quickly transformed into the arduous task of weeding through the available, or more congruous in my case-unavailable, men. Accepting not one, but THREE little Munkees proved to be a somewhat daunting task, coupled with geographic restrictions…oh, and if the above wasn’t an issue…not being a complete weirdo was. *sigh*

Alas, those days have come to an end. Woo to da Hoo! As of March 2010, this single mama is single no more. {insert Romeo here.}

Romeo: Unavailable boy that lived in California.
Romeo: Childless man with *zero* interest in being a parent.
Romeo: Available boy that loves me, the Munkees and is the most amazing stepparent I could ever imagine or hope for.


Now, it didn’t happen overnight-this perfect little family… There was acclimation involved. He acquired three littles and I a puppy… (hey, a pet in addition to children is an undertaking!)

Here I am, or more appropriately – here WE are, 9 months later. Happy. Fulfilled. A family.

The fact that Romeo has adapted to parenthood as (self professed) swimmingly as he has, has been a surprise (all things considered). I’m truly amazed. Daily. Love makes the seemingly impossible possible. I believe it. Wholeheartedly.

There is life after divorce with little ones…

Romeo. The One.
Happy, happy girl.

As Good As It Gets…

May it only get *better* for them...

Considering I was still a little bitter about the entire NYE “ordeal” (sheeesh, I’m a baby), I decided I was going to return to aforementioned hotel, sit before the blazing fire, under the (still appearing) full moon and celebrate midnight again. Redux! I phoned a friend and off we went. We polished off a bottle of cabernet at the bar and purchased another to enjoy on the veranda. Down by the fire, there was an adorable couple sipping wine as well. We sat across from them and I could see through the flames they were glowing. Now, not just glowing from the fire dancing before them, but glowing because the woman kept outstretching her left hand, and admiring the glistening rock perched upon her ring finger. Smiling, kissyface, hand-holding, etc. It was sweet to witness. At this time, my friend (recently divorced) leans over and whispers in my ear (as if speaking to them), “Enjoy this now, because this is the best it will ever be. This is as good as it gets.” I laughed, then thought, “Is that true?” I looked back to my engagements and remembered how I felt… and you know, they were definitely one of the highest points of the relationships. But, I’m not convinced, nor that jaded. At least I hope not. At midnight, we toasted and swallowed the rest of our wine. I’m happy now. Happy New Year! (all “happy facade” aside!)