"Pinceladas" are brushstrokes in Spanish. I plan to paint a hundred days in a row, a paragraph at a time.
Day 49 ~ Love
I am lucky to have found
love. Not once, but many times. Love is what matters to me most in
life. A life without love is not a life worth living. I see any love
relationship as a garden to be cared for by two gardeners. I make a
point to water my gardens. Today my boyfriend nurtured ours in a very
special manner--he gave me the best birthday present, a book called My
Reasons Why. Twenty-seven pages full of what he finds special in me, each with an
illustration representing us and a sentence about activities he enjoys
doing with me and traits of mine that he appreciates. I read it through
and by the end of it, tears were going down my cheeks. I loved the P.S.:
"Can you please read this book if we ever fight?" (Three white hearts
on the same row). "That way, you will remember exactly how i feel about
you, and hopefully, forgive me more quickly :)"
Day 100 ~ Completion
This will be my last par...