Today is my father's 80th birthday. Yes, he was born on February 14. We're headed off to the LA Natural History Museum. It's the museum's corporate partners day so I and my family can get in for free. I'm looking forward to it; haven't been to this museum since the 80's.
In honor of today, here is a quote by novelist Bart Yates:
Love doesn't "grow." It doesn't wait for you to discover it, it doesn't fall like a gentle rain from the sky, it doesn't tiptoe into your heart like a happy little bunny, and it doesn't have a fucking thing to do with familiarity. Love is neither patient nor kind. Love attacks. Love is raw, and violent, and instantaneous. You don't fall in love; you get trampled by it. If it doesn't drop you to your knees and make you shake like a wet dog, it's not love.
BEHR HUGS to all!