I love my life. I love my husband. I love my children. I love my family. I love what I have. I love what I don’t have. My perfect world is just simple. Simplicity is my inner strength. I seem complicated.

I’ve been married for a long time to my wonderful husband. I don’t remember the years. Jeanne Moreau’s song can describe my state of mind at this present moment, “J’ai la memoire qui flanche, j’ me souviens plus tres bien” . Yes Jeanne, I know my memory fails, I don’t remember very well.

I love him. He is a wonderful man. I love his patience. I love his attention. I love his eyes. I love his height. I love his white skin. I love his caresses. I love late night intimacy with my husband. I love his fidelity. I love his assurance. I love everything about him.

I love my children. They are mixed just like Obama. They are intelligent. They spend time in boarding school in Switzerland during summer. They spend time in Africa for at least one month every year and play soccer in the streets. They are adorable. I dearly love them.

I have been lucky if the above was true. I DID NOT find the right man YET to accomplish my dream family.

My preference goes to WASP/C with NO kids.

Regards,