Love is being together. Love is missing when apart. Love is like breathing, you don't think of how to love, but you can't live without. Sometimes love hurts. Sometimes love sparkle like firework on New Year's Eve. Usually love just IS there, like air and light.
Love is sharing a daily cup of coffee.
My love has been far away for two long weeks. My love came back two nights ago, and my heart beats a little faster. My love has been part of my life for 28 years now.
The photo shows Egersund Fajanse vintage china from my collection, on top of a handmade table cloth from Malta.
The girls and I had a busy time preparing for Terje's homecoming. Here is the cake Marta baked. Snicker's Cake, a recipe from my sister in law in Iceland.
