Love and joy and good dreams for once

Ghaith and I had a really good talk this morning.  It was one of the rare times where we got to sleep in and wake up to a slow morning.  We talked through some issues we've been dealing with lately and as we found the common ground we've each so desperately been needing to stand together on, our conversation moved us to look to our future in a hopeful way.  As we talked, Ghaith took a pen and wrote something on his hand in his artistic and beautiful Arabic script, then wrote the same on mine.  I asked him what it was, and he said, "Amoot", which is Arabic for the kind of love that allows one to feel they would do anything and everything for the person they love.  It's what he and I say to each other when we're feeling affectionate and adoring and in love.  Since we were talking about our future, I asked him to write our future on my hand (Arab people like to talk whimsically about the future), and he wrote in English the words "love" and "joy" (which he spelled like the man's name Joey - he's still working on his writing skills in English).

I love that man.  I amoot him.

P.S. I've woken up two mornings this week from good dreams - GOOD.  Since we lost Rami, I don't think I've dreamt anything but sorrowful, scary and frustrating dreams every night. Waking up from good dreams is a welcome change.