Diana Leaney López Ruano

Intelligent people discussing intelligent things. "What I'm saying is..." "They should have..." "The problem is..." The problem is that everyone speaks without saying anything. Different opinions. Different languages. Different demographics. Everyone trying to prove to the other that they think and are different. Arms crossed,   "I am sure,  I am powerful." Legs crossed,   "I am comfortable and will defend." Fingers crossed,  "I am loud,  therefore I am right." Louder.  Show them that you are unafraid. Louder.  Make them understand your truth. Louder!  They can't hear you over your actions. Listen,  for everything depends on us learning from the other. The louder they yell,  the harder it is to hear their hearts. The more they post,  the more they blog,  the more they share. The more we will hear intelligent people discussing intelligent things.

Hola nena,  it's been a while!  Just looking back on when we used to think that Heavenly Father painted each mountain and sunset every single day,  remember that?  Remember when we would skip instead of walk because it got us to our destinations faster?  Remember flying off to faraway magical lands whose entrance was only attainable through the highest jump on our trampoline?  Remember reading about the outside world and wondering what it would be like once we grew up? I'm still trying to figure that part out.  Growing up.  Let me tell you that the real world is different than our books,  yet exactly the same.  There are bad guys out there and maybe they don't steal away princesses,  but opposition is real and there will be those that want to steal our true identity as a Daughter of God.  Heavenly Father might not get out a paintbrush every day,  but He orchestrates our lives in the most beautiful of connections and happenstances. I wish I could tell you the answers of

Let her be your everything. The reason you wake. The reason you work. The reason you give. The reason you live. Let her take you,  enfold you,  surround you with bliss. The warmth coming from within that is really just her voice. The smile on your lips as you drive,  unaware of its existence.   The reason you walk with confidence towards the future that is together. Let her be the word that describes the chorus of heaven's angels. Let her take the butterflies in your stomach and release them into your own private neverland. Let her bring you happiness in the shape of her finger wrapped in a band of forever. Let her be your everything. Love her.