Just like people who have suffered from terminal illness realize their mortality, I have realized the fragility of the things I take for granted. I take my relationship for granted. I know I shouldn’t, I really do. One minute my husband thinks I’m the sexiest girl alive, carrying his baby. Something he has always wanted.
*image courtesy of Standford I was discussing relationships and love with an online friend of mine from Belgium yesterday. It’s so interesting and sometimes so hard to express in words. We were talking about how one can never really be sure if the love that you give is reciprocated and the things we say in