What’s love got to do with it?

I’m sitting here snuggled up in a comfy bed with warm toes and my hair in Dorothy braids as I type this hoping my response will be worthy of such a profound question. One we all keep asking ourselves yet never seem to be able to answer for longer than a fleeting moment before we get all fickle and change our minds about the nature of the force that turns the world round. Whew! That was a long sentence.

My beautiful babies sleep peacefully in the room next door and James Arthur keeps reminding me to “Say You Won’t Let Go” because I’m playing him on a loop to keep me focused. And while I listen to this beautiful song (sorry Lionel) again and again, on my bedside table sits a half full cup of coffee with peppermint creamer, which I can smell from here (delicious), and a mostly full glass of red wine. Both of them trying…