Fleur de Aleta

Greg woke up and said, "I had a really good dream about you last night." I asked him to tell me about it. He said, "I dreamt that we were in our twenties. We just met and were roommates. We were living together at my house and became friends and then fell in love. It was great." He was smiling. My Man loves me. Who needs one day a year (Valentine's) when I am loved like that 365? He dreams about me. We both wish we met a lot sooner in life, but I'll take whatever time we have together and treasure it! A poem for you, my Love.. Don't Need Valentine's Day by Aleta O'Brien Mi aime jou I don't need Valentine's Day his blue eyes adore Je t'adore I don't need candy or cards each day is sweet Se thelo I don't need to wait for the 14th his actions speak 365 Aloha wau ia 'oe nui loa Thank you, Sweetheart, You are my world I Love You xoxo Translations: "Mi aime jou" - Cajun for "I Love You" "Je t'adore...

never liked bowling the shoes were uncomfortable fingers would slip, the ball too heavy, the gutters too large should be a simple thing a lane, a ball, a goal, but it's a game of suitable speed and distance and spin, that perfect combination and strategy of unlimited array of variations, line of delivery of swinging and swerving, everyone has an opinion of how to track the technique, what factors come into play for where it will land within the cone of pins, more to the left, a jump to the right, a spin that wasn't plotted and a stride of deceleration towards the map of possibilities, holding a pose and breath to see what falls, the bowling balls keep coming up, waiting to strike if the mark didn't get it the first time setting up the pattern sheet, like tracking this season of hurricanes, Mother Nature plays a similar game only she does it with wind and rain, those round clouds, barreling down the Atlantic alley into the gulf of pins never did like bowling I can't stan...

We have a cute thing between us that would probably make most people gag. One will say, "I love you!' The other will respond, "I love you MORE!" Then, the reply, "Impossible!" It's cutesy and sickening for others to hear, but what can I say? Greg sent me an email today, it reads: ****** I Love You More!!! From the moment I was born... Who knew my journey Would last so long Looking for a true love so right, so real, so strong. Staying busy to pass the time Anything to pacify the mind. The quest momentarily put aside Yet the emptiness would not be denied Floating on life's ocean with no map, no clue. Water everywhere But thirsty for you. Here is how long I waited for you to be my destination Aleta Gay Grimball. 1,420,156,800 seconds 23,669,280 minutes 394,488 hours 2348 weeks (rounded down) Worth every minute.