The love of my life has a name, but for the sake of privacy in this blog he shall be known with affection as "The Yankee". I was born and raised in the South. My late Grandfather (may he rest in peace) was very opinionated to say the least, think a Southern version of Archie Bunker. A Democrat he had no use at all for "The Actor" aka- President Ronald Reagan, or Yankees. Especially Damn Yankees. You know who those are, the kind that come down here and " live amongst us". I can only imagine what his reaction would be to know that number two granddaughter is head over heels-drunk as a farmer-help me Jesus in love with not just a Yankee, a Damn Yankee.
I was adopted as a baby and the older I got, the more the differences between me and the rest of the family came to light.While girls my age had posters of Donny Osmond on their walls, Burt Reynolds was on mine.They were listening to the teen idols of that time in my record collection Motown was the order of the day, The Temptations, Marvin Gaye with some B B King and Etta James thrown in for good measure. While they devoured romance novels I was into Rod McKuen, Sylvia Plath, Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
The first thing a Southern parent wants to know when introducing a date is who your parents are.If they know them and what they know about them will dictate the rest. In my home state the next question is Alabama or Auburn fan. And believe me, in the South we take our football seriously.
Back to The Love of MY Life aka "The Yankee", he is so much more. He has touched and changed my life forever. His mark is on me, seen and unseen for all time. When I think about the best times, the most perfect times in my life, after the birth of my children,99% of those were spent with him.Talking for hours over cups of coffee, or on the phone,over Chinese food, just holding hands. I can't explain the joy I get from just looking into his eyes, or watching him take an afternoon nap on a September day in Mississippi. Contentment had always eluded me, until him. At last I have found the place I belong- with him,the one I was created for-him,the one I belong to-Only Him.
A magical thing happened when he entered my life, all the broken pieces and fragments that was me became whole. I looked at my birth certificate the other day and it struck me, I was physically born on that date, but I didn't start living or breathing until 1995 when fate brought us together. . The Belle's take another one!

IN response to The Tamed Shrew here it is:

INSIDE THE FLAME ( For "J")
I wanted him the first time I saw him-in ways carnal and not. Something inside him spoke to me, silent yet powerfully. There are just some things you know. You don't know how you know, you just know.

I was attracted,sexually, physically drawn to him by something that has no name or definition-magnet to steel.

I wanted him the first time I saw him. IN a split second I was his for the taking. He moved me, stired me as no one had before or since.

The first time our lips met, something new,raw,primal yet tender awoke inside me. Desire, want and need washed over me like a tidal wave.

The first time our bodies met,merged,united in something old as time, his hands touching me, I was consumed. My desire for him ignited, burning my mind, body and soul. Every cell,fiber, and molecule in my body reached out for him.

I wanted to share myself and life with this man. There had been others in my life before. They all wanted/demanded something from me that I either didn't have or didn't want to surrender.

But this man held the key, unlocking sacred emotions and feelings. This man was different.This love was different. I wanted to give it all up to him and for him, residing with him-inside the flame.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED-1996

Love. People think about it,dream about it,search for it, sing about it,and blog about it. I'm in love,(make that: I'M IN LOVE).
Over 10 years ago fate brought this handsome,sexy,strong,sweet, intelligent Yankee into this Southern Belle's life. The moment we met standing face to face I was forever changed. My life would never be the same. In him I found me. It has been a long road, it's been a hard road. There have been bumps and detours along the way, but we always come back to this, to "us".
After 10 long years a new journey stretches out before us. Gone are the long seperations with hundreds of miles between us. Gone is his place and my place. Our place is in the very near future.
I invite you to join me on this journey as I remember the past and look forward to the future. Comments and responses are encouraged.
The title, "Inside The Flame", comes from a poem I wrote him some time ago as I tried to capture into words how he made me feel. My insides burn when we are together.I can't get close enough to him, even as we are seperated by only skin, it's not enough. With his lips pressed against mine I inhale deeply like a greedy child taking the very breath that comes out of his desirable mouth into me.I am in LOVE, and INSIDE THE FLAME.....^Belle^