Love...

Love... That´s a funny thing actully.

How do you know what love is, or if you really love someone?

Why is that feeling so unfamiliar?
And why is it such a lovely feeling?

I don´t think that I have an explanation, but I think I have a pretty good idé what love means to me.

It all startet about 6 1/2 years ago, when I met this beautyful guy. He was 6 years older than me and he seemed so grown up. We met at a party the first couple of times,but the one time I remember the most is when we went to this ¨car on ice¨- thing. It´s this thing where guys drift around on ice. Well anyways, on the way home the car I was in drove of the road because of the ice on the roads. While the other guys tried to get the car back on the road, I got to borrow his car to keep me warm. That was it for me, I was in love.
The problem was that I didn´t know his name or how to contact him.

After a while I got his number from my girlfriend, sent him a text, and couple of hours later I had a date the next friday.

I won´t make this story any longer than it is, so long story short, we fell in love and 6 1/2 years later we´re expecting our first child.

This man makes me the happiest woman on earth.