I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.
I came across this little story back in the fall of 2007, and it made me cry. Maybe it was because I was recently divorced from a 9-year relationship that never should have been. Maybe because it had been so very long since I felt a love for which there were no words – or maybe because I’d always wanted a love that felt like that.
This May was such a busy month on so many levels, and my brain was filled with written lists, mental lists and days filled with checking things off those lists – and with friends with true crisis issues needing consolation on a variety of levels – And I found no time for letting my mind wander here in blogland and to let my thoughts flow. It’s getting better …
But what has been seeding in my mind is that I simply feel compelled to comment on the little story above – and how it reflects the way I feel about my hubby. There simply ARE no words to describe how I feel about him – or how he makes me feel. Neither of my first two marriages came close to what I am blessed to have now with this man who has been in my life for the last four and a half years, in my heart for the last two and my husband for the last six months.
This is not a photo of us … but of who I see us to be … today and …..
For ever and always ….. laughing and smiling – kissing and hugging … playing and being joyful – every day. Each day is an experience in working together, supporting each other, and striving to be the best that each of us can be … for ourselves and for each other.
Thank you, my love, for making me feel this way!
Namaste … I honor you!