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Tag Archives: love
Love is a kiss, a peck, and a passion. It’s a tender touch and a vacuumed floor. It’s a bitten tongue when being right is less important than the painful memory. Love is a hug that warms to the middle, and sometimes … Continue reading
Love me with your words. You feel it in your heart and know it in your head, but across miles, I can’t feel it. I can’t feel it in pithy quotes and Youtube samples, FB funnies and brain-teasing games. I … Continue reading
If all the world looked as cute and cuddly as my friend’s Black Mouth Cur puppies, I could love everybody with no problem! When she posted on FB something about a Black Mouth Cur, hubby and I thought she might … Continue reading
It is interesting that I just put up my poem about the lack of consistent, ongoing caring. We are so easily distracted and so much more aware of our own needs than those of others. The exhortation still stands, for … Continue reading
My hubby has bent over backwards to help me in this down time with my broken rib and bruised everything. But he went above and beyond when, without even asking, I saw him go to my bird feeders and fill … Continue reading
The mourning doves have been a bit weird today–fighting, bullying, flitting about. Then they sat on the fence gently poking in and around their heads, over and over again. It’s either love or spring “preening”!
For a hand up and appropriate sympathy for my groans and puffs, for prayers and vacuuming and laundry and such, and now these happy flowers to cheer my lagging spirits: So for tulips, I may give him mine.
Don’t tell me what love looks like. It is not always gentleness, flowers and chocolate and sweetness and stuff. It is not always acceptance and sighs and reluctantly letting go. Sometimes love is hard like … Continue reading
Love is truly a husband who goes downstairs in the cold early morn (okay, the cold part is his fault!) on crutches, 2 weeks post surgery, to get an ice-pack for his migraine-inflicted wife. Amid, I must add, my protestations! … Continue reading