I believe that the moment before a kiss is when the whole world ceases to exist and souls are set alight.
I believe that love is still holding hands and making out in front of your children after 30, 50, 60 years
of marriage. (I'm looking at you, Mom and Dad).
I believe that all bodies are beautiful, but more importantly that they are the vessel for souls, which
are the most stunning substance in existence.
I believe in the passage of time, and that imagery is the one thing that can pause it, even just momentarily.
I believe in the transformative power of travel and that it kills prejudice and preconceived notions
while it opens your mind and fills your heart.
I believe in hard work and celebrating accomplishments with a good glass of wine.
I believe in print. I believe in tactile, beautiful images that your grandchildren and great-grandchildren
will hold, marvel at and cherish.
I believe in small moments as much as grand gestures. Kisses on the forehead and touching knees under
the table as much as hundreds of flowers just because and epic scavenger hunts that end in proposals.
And I do indeed, believe in a thing called love.