I dug this out of my instagram post from February 2018:
You have to know I did not grow up in Los Angeles. Yet it has a huge part of my heart.
One of the things I do remember growing up in Phoenix Arizona was the palm trees and the warm weather. ☀️ The first time I even stepped into California, I was in my twenties.
California, not Los Angeles, that’s what my husband says, these are two different things. 🏖️California always seemed to call me.
I fell in love 💑with the man of my dreams, literally at the prime age of 33, and there my love began with a place I never even knew.
Los Angeles was a part of him, and I became a part of him. Nonetheless it wasn’t until years later that I actually stepped into Los Angeles. The beaches, the palm trees, the weather. 🏖️🌴☀️ What is my point? There is no point. Actually, there is. When you fall in love, there’s a place in your soul that keeps certain emotions, warmth, one enters into an eternal stance of… Love.❣️ And things, places and smells start having a special meaning to them.
I suppose all my life I was being prepared to meet him, with the clues in the Phoenix sky reflecting back on me with the smiles of the palm trees. Though no beaches in sight, they were up ahead of me. 🙂 When Los Angeles met Phoenix. That’s the day I’ll always live deep in the depths of my heart. 💓
I will always love you Danny….
