Somehow I don’t know how I got here, but when I think about life as a romance novel, I quickly realize that in the beginning we could only be described as follows:
- Victor Luis (my husband) - a devilishly handsome rake with a comedic disposition, a sly smile, and roaming eyes. He’s never still in hopes of evading responsibility.
- Linnette (myself, of course) - an untamed beauty of pure innocence, lady-like in disposition although stubborn, persistant, and with a hellfire attitude. Her zest for life is unmatched.
I guess our roles changed because now we have been cast as something totally different:
- Victor Luis (my husband) - a reformed rake who realizes his lust for women could never compare to his one true love, although let me tell ya’, that up until recently, he would re-test that theory
- Linnette (myself, of course) – innocence gone and emotions worn. Although she still loves her handsome rake, she has subdued herself into a certain role of weary familiarity. Hellfire attitude still intact, but somewhat tamed.
Now… if only I could bring back that innocence, wouldn’t life just be grand? I guess I can add two bouncing baby boys into that mix. And probably a crazy mother in law and some over-bearing / well-meaning parents to boot.
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