Love.

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down;

perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways;

perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music;

perhaps…perhaps…love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship,

as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its sheath.

– Lucy Maud Montgomery, “Anne of Avonlea”

Happy Valentine’s Day.

(I’m pretty sure when Tom reads this his response will be, “No, I would not say that I came into your life ‘like a gay knight riding down’.”)

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  1. Rachel Williamson February 14, 2012

    Amazing. Especially the gay knight bit. Tell Tom not to fight it. 🙂

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