Comme une rose

I had a beautiful weekend, comme une rose.

Granted, i would probably have reached faster by car, my plane was uber late and completely full, people were grumpy and children were grumpier, sky was gloomy and it was raining, but none of those mattered when i got off the escalator and saw him walking toward me.

Every time is like the first time.

Je ne savais pas que c'était possible.

And then i was in his place. Pour le premier fois. Il a dit que j'étais la première fille à orner son lit! Ce qui je peux dire mon ami, good things come to those who wait. :-P

That night the kitchen lost her virginity, and mr jones learned how to make coleslaw, i accidentally landed a cool drink that i shall name pommesky, and even though i didn't get carried over the threshold :-P, i got something that was more fun, a piggyback ride from the bed to the kitchen, ah, two of my fav places!

Sometimes i think, left to our own devices, we are just like a couple of kids. Like the time when mr jones got chided in the artsy hopping high H-district for carrying my purse (in his defense it was a rather manly purse!) and wearing designer clothes. The moment we were out of their eye-shot we burst out giggling comme d'adolescents, ah, seulement ils sont qui montrent telle joie de vivre!

Quelquefois quand nous touchons tellement
L'honnêteté devient trop pour supporter
Et je dois fermer mes yeux et me cacher...