21.2.11

Amore

After your first day of cycling, one dream is inevitable.  A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs, and round and round they seem to go.  You ride through Dreamland on wonderful dream bicycles that change and grow.  - H.G. Wells, The Wheels of Chance




                           This was Rich's Love Day present to me. It is pretty much the coolest   Valentine's Day gift ever. Why? I have wanted a beach cruiser for a LONG time. But he didn't stop there. He got it in RED. My favorite color. To take the cake, because our new place is on the beach, it suits my needs perfectly. It was and is perfect.


        Love Day was perfect. It was the best I have ever had. It was everything I could have wanted and more. Sketchy phone calls that hinted at things being hidden. Knowing that at home the doodle was curious about the giant thing in the living room in HIS living room spot ( and yes, I knew there was something too big to hide from the not-so-subtle hints over the phone). Walking into the apartment to see a red bicycle with a box of perfect chocolates placed on the seat, and the helmet hanging from the handle bars. Requesting filet mignon for dinner, and getting it. Having a home cooked meal together and talking silly things with cheesy love songs playing in the background. Opening, sharing and laughing at cards from family and one another. For our evening together, nothing else mattered. Not homework, not work, not cleaning, not laundry. Nothing seemed as important as giving our time to share with each other how much we really care and love one another. It was a perfect ride through Dreamland on our wonderful dream bikes that change and grow as we change and grow together. I love you.

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