At one time or another every word in the universe has been strung together attempting to express love. Yet this morning when I woke up all disheveled and feeling grumpy and went into the kitchen to make coffee, wearing that old pink chenille house robe that used to be my moms… with my hair rumpled and tumbled and my face unwashed and you walked up behind me, turned me around and kissed me on the forehead I knew love without a single sound.