Happy Valentines Day!

I used to hate Valentines Day with a passion, usually spending it with a bottle of red wine and Liz Phair's "Exile in Guyville" album.

This year I had a great time. We stayed in and watched Woody Allen films, then had a picnic in the lounge.

I am so thankful for my husband. I am so thankful that I am able to experience love, to love someone else completely and be loved in return.

Here is us at our wedding, and the reading we shared:

Love is a temporary madness,

it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides.

And when it subsides you have to make a decision.

You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together

that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.

Love is not breathlessness,

it is not excitement,

it is not the promulgation of eternal passion.

That is just being "in love" which any fool can do.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,

and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Those that truly love, have roots that grow towards each other underground,

and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their branches,

they find that they are one tree and not two.

- Louis de Bernières