17 Again…
To be 17…I was living in another time in history, living in another country, speaking a foreign language daily, listening to different music in another language, learning what I liked -what I didn’t like, what made me happy – what didn’t make me happy, whom I loved, how to love and whom to trust, learned how to dance as a couple on a roof top lit by the light of the stars, stood on the equator, learned how strong and brave I was, claimed my independence, learned who I was… The process of “self discovery” has not changed… It is simply his turn.
He reminds me who I am, teaches me daily, expects me to be strong, makes me love him more every single day and reminds me how grateful I am to have him in my life.
Yes, 17… That was a great year!
Good night … Sweet dreams XO
