@brittarnhild
The waiter was eager to get customers. He saw a middle aged couple approaching, walked towards them and started to talk with the few English words he knew. "Hello, welcome to eat in my restaurant" he said, "Where are you from, are you British?" The couple looked at each other, smiling, and the man said: "Look at my wife. She is much too beautiful to be British. We are French!"
The point in this love tale is of course not against the British, I am sure the same thing could have been said about Norwegians. The point, and I love this point, is the love the middle aged man sprinkled his wife with. You are never to old to say "I love you", never too old to give each other compliments, never too old to see the beauty in each other.
And I love the way the story was told to me, over a cup of coffee, by the one who had overheard the words.
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The photo shows a mosaic from Chora church in Istanbul. Anna and Joakim, the parents of Maria (Mary) were old and childless when an angel told them that they were to be the parents of a daughter. In their pure joy, Joakim bends down and kisses Anna. Love in the time of autumn.
These days I am reading about Anna, Joakim and Maria. Trying to imagine their lives, their joys and sorrows, their everyday doings. How was Maria´s childhood. How was her life as a young mother and wife. What kind of grandparents were Anna and Joakim? Or did they not live to see their grandson?
A love story told to me by a friend.
Mosaics in Chora church.
Inspiration when you least expects it.
A blink of an eye.
Read more about Maria over in Books on the Menu
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Two favorite blink of an eye of my day:
a kiss first thing in the morning,
a pat on my cheek last thing before sleep
Love in the time of all seasons.
