No time November.

And so it goes.

The I love you comes so quickly.

The newness fades, the shiny gets dull.

And the work reveals itself.

The cosmetic stuff turns into a full blown fixer upper.

And then we ask ourselves is this even worth it?

Oh how quickly we can auction off our love when effort knocks at our doors.

The most beautiful thing I could ever hear is -these words-I still love you. 

Even when it's easier to run.