He is not one of the loud young men on the trip, who bragged about their ways with women and their experiences. There is a macho image, and then there...is real. Dave is real.This morning, I woke up in a different place. The alarm clock makes noise and wakes Dave up. It wakes me up, too, and I find that I am holding onto Dave and my cheek is on his stomach. It is soft and firm and warm and comforting and I snuggle into him and make him stay in bed just a little long.Dave thinks I am completely. I’ll still be here for lunch and I’ll take that in here because I’ve a lot of work to catch up on. After that I’m away into town. I won’t be back for dinner so, once you’ve finished up what you have to do, you’ve the rest of the afternoon and evening off. Be back by nine o’clock all right!”“Yes ma-am.”“I would have liked to take the pair of you with me today but I’ve got all sorts of tedious meetings to attend and it wouldn’t really be convenient. Tomorrow’s another matter however. Perhaps if. .. (don't forget the picture) God I am getting wet as I write this! So this is little cute me, trust me its worth it to get a picture of my jewel.Now that you know how I look, lets open up the diary and make a time travel to August 5th 1989. I was on a two-week vacation with my boyfriend in Greece. The 5th was a Saturday and a week of our vacation was already over. I had been together with my "then" boyfriend Thomas for about 4 months when we started this trip. I have always been keen on taking. This is what a sleeping angel looks like, thought Daddy. I have an angel, sleeping in my house. Daddy smiled in the dark. How does one care for and feed an angel? What does an angel eat? Daddy knew of no books on this subject. Perhaps he would write one. Divine food for a divine creature. Did he have such food in his pantry? No, he thought, such food does not come in sacks and cans. This food is not found cut up and displayed in a glass case. Angels feed on love and Daddy knew he had plenty of.