Not flesh of my flesh,
nor bone of my bone.
But still miraculously my own.
Never forget for a single minute.
You didn't grow under my heart,
but in it.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Breakfast, American style...
We just had breakfast in a small, quiet room in the hotel where Brad said the word "bellissimo" to describe his coffee and then followed by saying, " I have no idea what that means". I stifled my laugh with a mouthful of very dark, rich coffee and ended up spraying it all over the white linens. It was embarrassing...