Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
~Lao Tzu~
Relaxed on the front veranda of the Italian island while we - Lia and I waited for Raphael to come home from a meeting in Milan. Lia, Whose full name was Maria Lizbeth Boselli named for Raphael's mother and my grandmother was two weeks shy of turning two and had an unusual combination of my red hair and her father's black eyes.
"You look like a queen mama" she mouthed, coming to sit on my lap. Lia had a unique way of calling me. She called me mom, mommy or mama when she was buttering me up for something she wanted.
"I know you want something sweetheart" I smiled at her, marveled, like I always was at this little human being Raphael and I had made.
"Not for me" she said, her lit
